Then prayed Jonah, unto Yahweh, his God,—out of the belly of the fish;
He shall call me, and I will answer him, With him, will, I, be, in distress, I will rescue him, and will honour him;
Lo! he may slay me, yet , for him, will I wait,—Nevertheless, my ways—unto his face, will I show to be right:
O Yahweh! in distress, they sought thee,—They poured out a whispered prayer, when thy chastening was upon them.
Call upon me, then, in the day of distress, I will deliver thee, that thou mayest glorify me.
In distress, is any among you? Let him pray; Cheerful, is any? Let him strike the strings;
I will depart, will return unto my place! till what time they acknowledge their guilt, and seek my face,—In their trouble, will they make for me diligent search.
and it shall be that, of the torrent, shalt thou drink,—and, the ravens, have I commanded to sustain thee, there.