From flames of a fire not blown (?); From the womb of the deep....
From cunning lips, and weavers of lies; And the arrows of a deceitful tongue.
And my soul drew near unto death; And my life to Sheol beneath.
And I turned around, and there was none that helped me; And I looked for one that would succour, and there was none.
And I remembered the mercies of the Lord; And his lovingkindnesses which are from everlasting. He that delivereth them that trust in him; And redeemeth them from all evil.
And I lifted up my voice from the earth; And from the gates of Sheol I cried.