¹⁴ Deliver me from the mire, and let me not sink, Let me be delivered from those hating me, And from deep places of waters.

⁷ Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,

¹ To the Overseer. -- `On the Lilies,' by David. Save me, O God, for come have waters unto the soul.

² I have sunk in deep mire, And there is no standing, I have come into the depths of the waters, And a flood hath overflown me.

³⁰ and the God of our fathers did raise up Jesus, whom ye slew, having hanged upon a tree;

³¹ this one God, a Prince and a Saviour, hath exalted with His right hand, to give reformation to Israel, and forgiveness of sins;

²⁷ but those my enemies, who did not wish me to reign over them, bring hither and slay before me.'

¹⁴ and his citizens were hating him, and did send an embassy after him, saying, We do not wish this one to reign over us.

³⁴ and at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a great voice, saying, `Eloi, Eloi, lamma sabachthani?' which is, being interpreted, `My God, my God, why didst Thou forsake me?'

³⁴ and he saith to them, `Exceeding sorrowful is my soul -- to death; remain here, and watch.'

³⁵ And having gone forward a little, he fell upon the earth, and was praying, that, if it be possible the hour may pass from him,

³⁶ and he said, `Abba, Father; all things are possible to Thee; make this cup pass from me; but, not what I will, but what Thou.'

³⁷ And he cometh, and findeth them sleeping, and saith to Peter, `Simon, thou dost sleep! thou wast not able to watch one hour!

³⁸ Watch ye and pray, that ye may not enter into temptation; the spirit indeed is forward, but the flesh weak.'

³⁹ And again having gone away, he prayed, the same word saying;

⁴⁰ and having returned, he found them again sleeping, for their eyes were heavy, and they had not known what they might answer him.

⁴¹ And he cometh the third time, and saith to them, `Sleep on henceforth, and rest -- it is over; the hour did come; lo, the Son of Man is delivered up to the hands of the sinful;

⁴² rise, we may go, lo, he who is delivering me up hath come nigh.'

⁵⁵ I called Thy name, O Jehovah, from the lower pit.

⁶ And they take Jeremiah, and cast him into the pit of Malchiah son of the king, that `is' in the court of the prison, and they send down Jeremiah with cords; and in the pit there is no water, but mire, and Jeremiah sinketh in the mire.

⁷ And Ebed-Melech the Cushite, a eunuch who `is' in the king's house, heareth that they have put Jeremiah into the pit; and the king is sitting at the gate of Benjamin,

⁸ and Ebed-Melech goeth forth from the king's house, and speaketh unto the king, saying,

⁹ `My lord, O king, these men have done evil `in' all that they have done to Jeremiah the prophet, whom they have cast into the pit, and he dieth in his place because of the famine, for there is no more bread in the city.'

¹⁰ And the king commandeth Ebed-Melech the Cushite, saying, `Take with thee from this thirty men, and thou hast brought up Jeremiah the prophet from the pit, before he dieth.'

¹¹ And Ebed-Melech taketh the men with him, and entereth the house of the king, unto the place of the treasury, and taketh thence worn-out clouts, and worn-out rags, and sendeth them unto Jeremiah unto the pit by cords.

¹² And Ebed-Melech the Cushite saith unto Jeremiah, `Put, I pray thee, the worn-out clouts and rags under thine arm-holes, at the place of the cords,' and Jeremiah doth so,

¹³ and they draw out Jeremiah with cords, and bring him up out of the pit, and Jeremiah dwelleth in the court of the prison.

⁴ Then the waters had overflowed us, The stream passed over our soul,

⁵ Then passed over our soul had the proud waters.

²¹ And Thou, O Jehovah Lord, Deal with me for Thy name's sake, Because Thy kindness `is' good, deliver me.

³ They have compassed me about, And they fight me without cause.

¹⁵ Let not a flood of waters overflow me, Nor let the deep swallow me up, Nor let the pit shut her mouth upon me.

⁷ Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.

² My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?

¹ To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. I have diligently expected Jehovah, And He inclineth to me, and heareth my cry,

² And He doth cause me to come up From a pit of desolation -- from mire of mud, And He raiseth up on a rock my feet, He is establishing my steps.

³ And He putteth in my mouth a new song, `Praise to our God.' Many do see and fear, and trust in Jehovah.

¹⁹ Mine enemies rejoice not over me `with' falsehood, Those hating me without cause wink the eye.

¹⁸ See mine affliction and my misery, And bear with all my sins.

¹⁹ See my enemies, for they have been many, And with violent hatred they have hated me.