Why shouldst thou be cast down, O my soul? And why shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence. My God! over myself, my soul is cast down, - For this cause, will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, And the Hermons, from the hill Mizar. Roaring deep unto roaring deep, is calling, at the voice of thy cataracts, All thy breakers and thy rolling waves, over me, have passed.read more.
By day, will Yahweh command his lovingkindness, And, in the night, shall His song be with me, My prayer be to the GOD of my life. I will say onto GOD, - my rock, Wherefore hast thou forgotten me? Wherefore in gloom should I go, because of oppression by the enemy? With a crushing of my bones, have my adversaries reproached me, - While they keep saying unto me all the day, Where is thy God? Why shouldst thou be sat down, O my soul? And why shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence and my God.

and the Egyptians, badly entreated us, and humiliated us, - and put upon us harsh service; so we made outcry unto Yahweh God of our fathers, - and Yahweh hearkened unto our voice, and looked upon our humiliation and our toil, and our oppression;

In my distress, called I on Yahweh, Yea, unto my God, did I call, - and he hearkened, out of his temple, unto my voice, and, my cry for help, was in his ears!

If there come upon us calamity, the sword of judgment or pestilence or famine, we will stand before this house and before thee, for, thy Name, is in this house, - that we may make outcry unto thee out of our distress, that thou mayest hear and save.

Now, therefore, O our God - the GOD great, mighty, and fearful - keeping the covenant and the lovingkindness, let not all the trouble seem little before thee, which hath come upon us - on our kings, on our rulers, and on our priests, and on our prophets, and on our fathers, and on all thy people, - from the days of the kings of Assyria, until this day.

Show me favour, O Yahweh, for in distress am I, - Wasted with vexation, is mine eye - my soul and my body; For, consumed with sorrow, is my life, and my years with sighing, - My strength hath staggered with my humiliation, and, my bones, are without marrow. By reason of all mine adversaries, have I become a reproach. Even to my neighbours, altogether, and a dread to mine acquaintance, - They who have seen me abroad, have fled from me:read more.
I have been forgotten, like one dead - out of mind, I have been as a missing vessel.

As a twittering swallow, so, do I chatter, I coo as a dove, - Mine eyes languish through looking on high, O My Lord! distress is upon me - my Surety!

When I would have cheered myself against sorrow, Against me, mine own heart sickened: - Lo! the voice of the cry for help of the daughter of my people from a land far away, Is, Yahweh, not in Zion? Is, her King, not within her? Why, have they provoked me with their carved images, with their foreign vanities?

Then prayed Jonah, unto Yahweh, his God, - out of the belly of the fish; and said - I cried - out of my distress - unto Yahweh, and he answered me, - Out of the belly of hades, called I, Thou didst hear my voice.