Its ridges have been filled, Deepened hath been its furrow, With showers Thou dost soften it, Its springing up Thou blessest.

I am Jehovah thy God, Who bringeth thee up out of the land of Egypt. Enlarge thy mouth, and I fill it.

Floods have lifted up, O Jehovah, Floods have lifted up their voice, Floods lift up their breakers.

Who goeth up into the hill of Jehovah? And who riseth up in His holy place?

Lift up, O gates, your heads, And be lifted up, O doors age-during, And come in doth the king of glory!

Lift up, O gates, your heads, And be lifted up, O doors age-during, And come in doth the king of glory!

And He doth cause me to come up From a pit of desolation -- from mire of mud, And He raiseth up on a rock my feet, He is establishing my steps.