Rescue, from the sword, my life, from the power of the dog, my solitary self:

My Lord! how long wilt thou look on? Bring back my soul out of their raging, from among lions, my solitary self.

Thou dost sell thy people for, no-value, And hast not made increase by their price.

For, though, his own self - while he lived, he used to bless, And they will praise thee, when thou doest well to thyself,