5 from the deep belly of Sheol,From deceiving lips and painters of lies,
6 from the arrows of a treacherous tongue.I was at the point of death,my life was nearing the depths of Sheol;
7 I turned every way, but there was no one to help;I looked for support but there was none.
8 Then I remembered the mercies of the Lord,his acts of kindness through ages past;For he saves those who take refuge in him,and rescues them from every evil.
9 So I raised my voice from the grave;from the gates of Sheol I cried for help.
10 I called out: Lord, you are my Father,my champion, my savior!Do not abandon me in time of trouble,in the midst of storms and dangers.
11 I will always praise your nameand remember you in prayer!Then the Lord heard my voice,and listened to my appeal.