He sent from above, He took me, He drew me out of many waters.

He delivered me from my strong enemy, and from those who hated me; for they were too strong for me.

For You are He who took Me out of the womb, causing Me to trust while on My mother's breasts.

For my iniquities have gone over my head; like a heavy burden they are too heavy for me.

Fear took hold on them there, and pain, like a woman in labor.

We took sweet counsel together, and walked to the house of God in company.

To the Chief Musician. Concerning the silent dove, those far off. Of David, a secret treasure, when the Philistines took him in Gath. Be merciful to me, O God, for man would swallow me up; fighting daily, he presses me down.

On You I have rested from the womb; You are He who took me out of my mother's bowels; my praise always shall be of You.

And now all its carvings too, they break down with axes and hammers.

He also chose David His servant, and took him from the sheepfolds;

The sorrows of death hemmed me in, and the pains of hell took hold on me; I found trouble and sorrow.

A Song of degrees; of David. O Jehovah, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes lofty; nor have I walked in great things, nor in things too wondrous for me.

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot go up to it.