I will love thee, O Lord, my strength; the Lord is my stony rock, and my defence,
my Saviour, my God, and my might, in whom I will trust, my buckler, the horn also of my salvation, and my refuge.
I will call upon the Lord, which is worthy to be praised;
so shall I be safe from mine enemies.
The sorrows of death compassed me
and the overflowings of ungodliness made me afraid.
The pains of hell came about me
the snares of death overtook me.
In my trouble I will call upon the Lord,
and complain unto my God.