They, may prowl about for food, - And, if they are not satisfied, then let them whine!

Hear, O God, my voice when I complain, From dread peril by the foe, wilt thou guard my life.

Then made they outcry to Yahweh, in their peril, Out of their distresses, he rescued them;

Then made they outcry to Yahweh in their peril, Out of their distresses, he saved them;

Then make they outcry to Yahweh in their peril, and, out of their distresses, he saveth them.

Then make they outcry to Yahweh in their peril, and, out of their distresses, he bringeth them forth,

The meshes of death encompassed me, and the distresses of hades, came upon me, Peril and sorrow, I found;