Out of the depths I cry to thee, O Lord!
I lift up my eyes to the hills. From whence does my help come?
I was glad when they said to me, “Let us go to the house of the Lord!”
To thee I lift up my eyes, O thou who art enthroned in the heavens!
If it had not been the Lord who was on our side, let Israel now say—
Those who trust in the Lord are like Mount Zion, which cannot be moved, but abides for ever.
When the Lord restored the fortunes of Zion, we were like those who dream.
Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchman stays awake in vain.
Blessed is every one who fears the Lord, who walks in his ways!
“Sorely have they afflicted me from my youth,” let Israel now say—
He reached from on high, he took me, he drew me out of many waters.
He drew me up from the desolate pit, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure.
Deep calls to deep at the thunder of thy cataracts; all thy waves and thy billows have gone over me.
Thou who hast made me see many sore troubles wilt revive me again; from the depths of the earth thou wilt bring me up again.
In the days of his flesh, Jesus offered up prayers and supplications, with loud cries and tears, to him who was able to save him from death, and he was heard for his godly fear.
