8 Bless, ye peoples, our God, And sound the voice of His praise,
9 Who hath placed our soul in life, And suffered not our feet to be moved.
10 For Thou hast tried us, O God, Thou hast refined us as the refining of silver.
11 Thou hast brought us into a net, Thou hast placed pressure on our loins.
12 Thou hast caused man to ride at our head. We have entered into fire and into water, And Thou bringest us out to a watered place.
13 I enter Thy house with burnt-offerings, I complete to Thee my vows,
14 For opened were my lips, And my mouth spake in my distress:
