² He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay; And he set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.

⁵ For in the day of trouble he will keep me secretly in his pavilion: In the covert of his tabernacle will he hide me; He will lift me up upon a rock.

² I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

²³ A man's goings are established of Jehovah; And he delighteth in his way.

²⁷ Because thou wilt not leave my soul unto Hades, Neither wilt thou give thy Holy One to see corruption.

²⁸ Thou madest known unto me the ways of life; Thou shalt make me full of gladness with thy countenance.

²⁹ Brethren, I may say unto you freely of the patriarch David, that he both died and was buried, and his tomb is with us unto this day.

³⁰ Being therefore a prophet, and knowing that God had sworn with an oath to him, that of the fruit of his loins he would set `one' upon his throne;

³¹ he foreseeing `this' spake of the resurrection of the Christ, that neither was he left unto Hades, nor did his flesh see corruption.

⁶ Then took they Jeremiah, and cast him into the dungeon of Malchijah the king's son, that was in the court of the guard: and they let down Jeremiah with cords. And in the dungeon there was no water, but mire; and Jeremiah sank in the mire.

⁷ Now when Ebed-melech the Ethiopian, a eunuch, who was in the king's house, heard that they had put Jeremiah in the dungeon (the king then sitting in the gate of Benjamin,)

⁸ Ebed-melech went forth out of the king's house, and spake to the king, saying,

⁹ My lord the king, these men have done evil in all that they have done to Jeremiah the prophet, whom they have cast into the dungeon; and he is like to die in the place where he is, because of the famine; for there is no more bread in the city.

¹⁰ Then the king commanded Ebed-melech the Ethiopian, saying, Take from hence thirty men with thee, and take up Jeremiah the prophet out of the dungeon, before he die.

¹¹ So Ebed-melech took the men with him, and went into the house of the king under the treasury, and took thence rags and worn-out garments, and let them down by cords into the dungeon to Jeremiah.

¹² And Ebed-melech the Ethiopian said unto Jeremiah, Put now these rags and worn-out garments under thine armholes under the cords. And Jeremiah did so.

⁵⁰ and shall cast them into the furnace of fire: there shall be the weeping and the gnashing of teeth.

²⁴ whom God raised up, having loosed the pangs of death: because it was not possible that he should be holden of it.

²⁴ Every one therefore that heareth these words of mine, and doeth them, shall be likened unto a wise man, who built his house upon the rock:

²⁵ and the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and if fell not: for it was founded upon the rock.

¹¹ As for thee also, because of the blood of thy covenant I have set free thy prisoners from the pit wherein is no water.

⁵ The waters compassed me about, even to the soul; The deep was round about me; The weeds were wrapped about my head.

⁶ I went down to the bottoms of the mountains; The earth with its bars `closed' upon me for ever: Yet hast thou brought up my life from the pit, O Jehovah my God.

⁵³ They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and have cast a stone upon me.

⁵⁴ Waters flowed over my head; I said, I am cut off.

⁵⁵ I called upon thy name, O Jehovah, out of the lowest dungeon.

²² And they shall be gathered together, as prisoners are gathered in the pit, and shall be shut up in the prison; and after many days shall they be visited.

³ For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; He hath smitten my life down to the ground: He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.

¹⁶ He sent from on high, he took me; He drew me out of many waters.

¹⁷ He delivered me from my strong enemy, And from them that hated me; for they were too mighty for me.

³⁶ Thou hast enlarged my steps under me, And my feet have not slipped.

² From the end of the earth will I call unto thee, when my heart is overwhelmed: Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

¹⁴ Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: Let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.

¹⁵ Let not the waterflood overwhelm me, Neither let the deep shallow me up; And let not the pit shut its mouth upon me.

²⁰ Thou, who hast showed us many and sore troubles, Wilt quicken us again, And wilt bring us up again from the depths of the earth.

¹³ For great is thy lovingkindness toward me; And thou hast delivered my soul from the lowest Sheol.

³ The cords of death compassed me, And the pains of Sheol gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.

¹³³ Establish my footsteps in thy word; And let not any iniquity have dominion over me.

⁶ Attend unto my cry; For I am brought very low: Deliver me from my persecutors; For they are stronger than I.

⁷ Bring my soul out of prison, That I may give thanks unto thy name: The righteous shall compass me about; For thou wilt deal bountifully with me. Psalm 143 A Psalm of David.

⁵ My steps have held fast to thy paths, My feet have not slipped.