¹⁵ And Hannah answereth and saith, `No, my lord, A woman sharply pained in spirit I `am', and wine and strong drink I have not drunk, and I pour out my soul before Jehovah;

⁸ Trust in Him at all times, O people, Pour forth before Him your heart, God `is' a refuge for us. Selah.

⁴ These I remember, and pour out my soul in me, For I pass over into the booth, I go softly with them unto the house of God, With the voice of singing and confession, The multitude keeping feast!

¹⁹ Arise, cry aloud in the night, At the beginning of the watches. Pour out as water thy heart, Over against the face of the Lord, Lift up unto Him thy hands, for the soul of thine infants, Who are feeble with hunger at the head of all out-places.

² I pour forth before Him my meditation, My distress before Him I declare.

³ When my spirit hath been feeble in me, Then Thou hast known my path; In the way `in' which I walk, They have hid a snare for me.

⁶ I have spread forth my hands unto Thee, My soul `is' as a weary land for Thee. Selah.

¹⁶ And now, in me my soul poureth itself out, Seize me do days of affliction.

¹ A soft answer turneth back fury, And a grievous word raiseth up anger.

¹⁵ By long-suffering is a ruler persuaded, And a soft tongue breaketh a bone.