The straits of my heart were enlarged: bring me out from my distresses.
Chanting of David to bring to remembrance.
Deep calling to deep at the voice of thy cataracts: all thy breakers and thy waves passed over me.
In the day of my straits I sought Jehovah: my hand was stretched out at night, and it will not be slack: my soul refused to be comforted.
And they will cry to Jehovah in straits to them, and he will deliver them from their distresses.
If the fig tree shall not blossom, and no produce in the vines; the work of the olive failed, and the fields made not food; and the sheep being cut off from the fold, and no oxen in the stalls.
Until this present hour we also hunger, and thirst, and we are naked, and are cuffed, and are unsteady.
Being pressed in every thing, but not straightened; being at a loss, but not utterly perplexed;