But then one passes by, and suddenly they have disappeared! I looked for them, but they could not be found.

For the music director; according to the al-tashcheth style; a prayer of David, written when he fled from Saul into the cave. Have mercy on me, O God! Have mercy on me! For in you I have taken shelter. In the shadow of your wings I take shelter until trouble passes.

He turned the sea into dry land; they passed through the river on foot. Let us rejoice in him there!

You allowed men to ride over our heads; we passed through fire and water, but you brought us out into a wide open place.

You walked through the sea; you passed through the surging waters, but left no footprints.

Yes, in your eyes a thousand years are like yesterday that quickly passes, or like one of the divisions of the nighttime.