³ O Lord, you have made my soul come again from the underworld: you have given me life and kept me from going down among the dead.

¹ <Of David.> My cry goes up to you, O Lord, my Rock; do not keep back your answer from me, so that I may not become like those who go down into the underworld.

¹³ For your mercy to me is great; you have taken my soul up from the deep places of the underworld.

¹⁰ For you will not let my soul be prisoned in the underworld; you will not let your loved one see the place of death.

⁴ For you have put me down into the deep, into the heart of the sea; and the river was round about me; all your waves and your rolling waters went over me.

⁵ And I said, I have been sent away from before your eyes; how may I ever again see your holy Temple?

⁶ The waters were circling round me, even to the neck; the deep was about me; the sea-grass was twisted round my head.

¹⁷ See, in place of peace my soul had bitter sorrow. but you have kept back my soul from the underworld; for you have put all my sins out of your memory.

¹⁸ For the underworld is not able to give you praise, death gives you no honour: for those who go down into the underworld there is no hope in your mercy.

⁸ You have taken my soul from the power of death, keeping my eyes from weeping, and my feet from falling.

²⁰ You, who have sent great and bitter troubles on me, will give me life again, lifting me up from the deep waters of the underworld.

¹³ Because you have taken my soul from the power of death; and kept my feet from falling, so that I may be walking before God in the light of life.

¹ <To the chief music-maker. Of David. A Psalm.> When I was waiting quietly for the Lord, his heart was turned to me, and he gave ear to my cry.

² He took me up out of a deep waste place, out of the soft and sticky earth; he put my feet on a rock, and made my steps certain.

²⁸ He kept my soul from the underworld, and my life sees the light in full measure.

¹⁹ Pain is sent on him as a punishment, while he is on his bed; there is no end to the trouble in his bones;

²⁰ He has no desire for food, and his soul is turned away from delicate meat;

²¹ His flesh is so wasted away, that it may not be seen, and his bones. ...

²² And his soul comes near to the underworld, and his life to the angels of death.