4-5 The hangman’s noose was tight at my throat;
    devil waters rushed over me.
Hell’s ropes cinched me tight;
    death traps barred every exit.

A hostile world! I call to God,
    I cry to God to help me.
From his palace he hears my call;
    my cry brings me right into his presence—
    a private audience!

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The cords of death(A) entangled me;
    the torrents(B) of destruction overwhelmed me.
The cords of the grave coiled around me;
    the snares of death(C) confronted me.

In my distress(D) I called to the Lord;(E)
    I cried to my God for help.
From his temple he heard my voice;(F)
    my cry came(G) before him, into his ears.

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