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.