Thine hand send from above, me save; from great depths draw me out; And from the hand of children strange,
And from above the Lord sent down, and took me from below; From many waters he me drew, which would me overflow.
For they that strangers are to me do up against me rise; Oppressors seek my soul, and God set not before their eyes.
At hearing they shall me obey, to me they shall submit.
O free me from strange children's hand, whose mouth speaks vanity; And their right hand a right hand is that works deceitfully.
He me reliev'd from my strong foes, and such as did me hate; Because he saw that they for me too strong were, and too great.
Waters had cover'd us, our soul had sunk beneath the stream.