My heart's griefs are increas'd: me from distress relieve.
their soul. When straits them press, They cry unto the Lord, and he them frees from their distress.
The troubles that afflict the just in number many be; But yet at length out of them all the Lord doth set him free.
At the noise of thy water-spouts deep unto deep doth call; Thy breaking waves pass over me, yea, and thy billows all.