I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night on my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.

Bird of the heavens, and fish of the sea, Passing through the paths of the seas!

Through the pride of the wicked, Is the poor inflamed, They are caught in devices that they devised.

As to doings of man, Through a word of Thy lips I have observed The paths of a destroyer;

When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.

He hath turned a sea to dry land, Through a river they pass over on foot, There do we rejoice in Him.

O God, in Thy going forth before Thy people, In Thy stepping through the wilderness, Selah.

Those passing through a valley of weeping, A fountain do make it, Blessings also cover the director.

I say, 'My God, take me not up in the midst of my days,' Through all generations are Thine years.

And rebuketh the sea of Suph, and it is dried up, And causeth them to go Through depths as a wilderness.

And to cause their seed to fall among nations, And to scatter them through lands.

Nor do they mutter through their throat, Like them are their makers, Every one who is trusting in them.

And caused Israel to pass through its midst, For to the age is His kindness,