I with my mouth unto him cry'd, my tongue did him extol.
I cried unto him with my mouth, And he was extolled with my tongue.
I cried aloud to Him; He was extolled and high praise was under my tongue.
My mouth cried out to him with praise on my tongue.
What shall I render to the Lord for all his gifts to me?
I'll thee extol, my God, O King; I'll bless thy name always.
Lord, I will thee extol, for thou hast lifted me on high, And over me thou to rejoice mad'st not mine enemy.
Wherefore unto the Lord my cry I caused to ascend: My humble supplication I to the Lord did send.
What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to pit? Shall unto thee the dust give praise? thy truth declare shall it?
This poor man cry'd, God heard, and sav'd him from all his distresses.