Do not hide thy face from me, Do not repulse, in thine anger, thine own servant,—My help, thou hast been, Do not send me away nor forsake me, O my saving God!
Trial, hath not taken you, save such as man can bear; faithful, moreover is God, who will not suffer you to be tried above what ye are able, but will make, with the trial, also the way of escape, that ye may be able to hold out.
When thou passest through the waters, with thee, I am, Or, through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee,—When thou walkest through fire, thou shall not be scorched, And, a flame, shall not kindle upon thee;
When, he, giveth quiet, who then shall condemn? And, when he hideth his face, who then shall sing of him? whether unto a nation or unto mankind altogether,
And why wilt thou not remove my transgression, and take away mine iniquity? For, now, in the dust, should I lie down, and thou shouldst seek me diligently, and I should not be.
And it came to pass, during those many days, that the king of Egypt died, and the sons of Israel sighed by reason of the servitude and lamented,—and their cry for help went up to God, by reason of the servitude.