8 For my distressed soul from deathdeliver'd was by thee:Thou didst my mourning eyes from tears,my feet from falling, free.
9 I in the land of those that livewill walk the Lord before.
10 I did believe, therefore I spake:I was afflicted sore.
11 I said, when I was in my haste,that all men liars be.
12 What shall I render to the Lordfor all his gifts to me?
13 I'll of salvation take the cup,on God's name will I call:
14 I'll pay my vows now to the Lordbefore his people all.