8 Praise our God, you peoples! Make the sound of his praise heard,
9 Who preserves our life among the living, And doesn`t allow our feet to be moved.
10 For you, God, have tested us. You have refined us, as silver is refined.
11 You brought us into prison. You laid a burden on our backs.
12 You allowed men to ride over our heads. We went through fire and through water, But you brought us to the place of abundance.
13 I will come into your temple with burnt offerings. I will pay my vows to you,
14 which my lips promised, And my mouth spoke, when I was in distress.
