In my distress I cried to the LORD; to my God I cried for help. From his Temple he heard my voice; my cry reached his ears.

He reached down and took me; he drew me from many waters.

They loathed all food, and even reached the gates of death.

Instead, let those who gloat over the evil directed against me be ashamed and confounded together; Let those who exalt themselves over me be clothed with shame and dishonor.

Moab is my wash basin; over Edom I will throw my shoes; over Philistia I will celebrate my triumph."

I will place his hand over the sea, and his right hand over the rivers.

He turned them over to domination by nations where those who hated them ruled over them.

LORD, set a guard over my mouth; keep watch over the door to my lips.