Deliver me from the mire, and let me not sink, Let me be delivered from those hating me, And from deep places of waters.
And Thou, O Jehovah Lord, Deal with me for Thy name's sake, Because Thy kindness `is' good, deliver me.
They have compassed me about, And they fight me without cause.
Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,
Mine enemies rejoice not over me `with' falsehood, Those hating me without cause wink the eye.
My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?
Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.
Let not a flood of waters overflow me, Nor let the deep swallow me up, Nor let the pit shut her mouth upon me.
For Thou, Lord, `art' good and forgiving. And abundant in kindness to all calling Thee.
I called Thy name, O Jehovah, from the lower pit.
Those observing lying vanities their own mercy forsake.
and at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a great voice, saying, `Eloi, Eloi, lamma sabachthani?' which is, being interpreted, `My God, my God, why didst Thou forsake me?'
and his citizens were hating him, and did send an embassy after him, saying, We do not wish this one to reign over us.
but those my enemies, who did not wish me to reign over them, bring hither and slay before me.'