Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
Show me favour, O Yahweh! Behold my humiliation due to them who hate me, Lift me on high out of the gates of death;
All manner of food, their soul abhorreth, and so they draw near unto the gates of death,
The meshes of death encompassed me, and the distresses of hades, came upon me, Peril and sorrow, I found;
Let darkness and death-shade buy it back, May there settle down upon it a cloud, Let a day's dark eclipse cause it terror:
Laying open deep things, out of darkness, and bringing out to light, the death-shade:
Yea, though I walk through a valley death-shadowed, I will fear no harm, for, thou, art with me, Thy rod and thy staff, they, comfort me.
The dwellers in darkness and death-shade, bound with oppression and iron;
Seek him who made the Cluster and the Giant, and turneth, into morning, the shadow of death, and who, day into night, doth darken, Him who calleth to the waters of the sea, and poureth them out on the face of the land, Yahweh, is his name:
The people that was sitting in darkness, a great light, beheld, - and, on them who were sitting in land and shade of death, Light rose on them.