5 Compassed me have waters unto the soul, The deep doth compass me, The weed is bound to my head.
6 To the cuttings of mountains I have come down, The earth, her bars 'are' behind me to the age. And Thou bringest up from the pit my life, O Jehovah my God.
7 In the feebleness within me of my soul Jehovah I have remembered, And come in unto Thee doth my prayer, Unto Thy holy temple.
8 Those observing lying vanities their own mercy forsake.
9 And I -- with a voice of thanksgiving -- I sacrifice to Thee, That which I have vowed I complete, Salvation 'is' of Jehovah.
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