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.

¹⁰ And Jehovah saith to the fish, and it vomiteth out Jonah on the dry land.