Thou hast me laid in lowest pit, in deeps and darksome caves.
Let not the flood on me prevail, whose water overflows; Nor deep me swallow, nor the pit her mouth upon me close.
Because thy mercy toward me in greatness doth excel; And thou deliver'd hast my soul out from the lowest hell.
For th' en'my hath pursu'd my soul, my life to ground down tread: In darkness he hath made me dwell, as who have long been dead.
He took me from a fearful pit, and from the miry clay, And on a rock he set my feet, establishing my way.
Lord, from the depths to thee I cry'd.