In the midst of hunger he saveth thee from death: and when it is war, from the power of the sword.

O remember, I beseech thee, how that thou madest me of the mould of the earth, and shalt bring me into dust again.

Then mightest thou lift up thy face without shame! Then shouldest thou be sure, and have no need to fear.

Then mightest thou have comfort, in the hope that thou hast; and sleep quietly, when thou art buried.

O that thou wouldest keep me, and hide me in the hell, until thy wrath were stilled: and to appoint me a time, wherein thou mightest remember me.

When he goeth, the mightiest of all are afraid, and the waves heave.