And from the lands hath gathered them, From east and from west, From north, and from the sea.

Deliver me from the mire, and let me not sink, Let me be delivered from those hating me, And from deep places of waters.

For not from the east, or from the west, Nor from the wilderness -- is elevation.

For Thou hast delivered my soul from death, My eyes from tears, my feet from overthrowing.

Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,