Deliver thou me from the clay, that I be not fast set-in; deliver thou me from them that hate me, and from [the] depths or deepness of waters.
And thou, Lord God, do with me for thy name; for thy mercy is sweet. Deliver thou me,
and they encompassed me with words of hatred; and fought against me without cause.
Send out thine hand from on high, ravish me out, and deliver thou me from many waters; and from the hand of alien sons.
They that be adversaries wickedly to me, have not joy on me; that hate me without cause, and beckon with eyes.
My soul thirsted to God, the quick well or well of life; when shall I come, and appear before the face of God?
Depth calleth depth; in the voice of thy windows. All thine high things, and thy waves; passed over me.
The tempest of water drench not me [down], neither the depth swallow me; neither the pit make strait his mouth on me.
For thou, Lord, art sweet and mild; and of much mercy to all men inwardly calling thee.
Lord, I called to help thy name, from the last pit.
They that keep vanities, forsake their mercy idly.
And in the ninth hour, Jesus cried with a great voice, and said, Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani, that is to say, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
But his citizens hated him, and sent a messenger after him, and said, We will not, that he reign on us.
Nevertheless bring ye hither those mine enemies, that would not that I reigned on them, and slay ye before me.