⁶ I sank down to the very roots of the mountains.
    I was imprisoned in the earth,
    whose gates lock shut forever.
But you, O Lord my God,
    snatched me from the jaws of death!

³ You brought me up from the grave,^[a] O Lord.
    You kept me from falling into the pit of death.

¹⁰ For you will not leave my soul among the dead^[a]
    or allow your holy one^[b] to rot in the grave.

¹⁷ Yes, this anguish was good for me,
    for you have rescued me from death
    and forgiven all my sins.

²⁵ Before the mountains were formed,
    before the hills, I was born—
²⁶ before he had made the earth and fields
    and the first handfuls of soil.
²⁷ I was there when he established the heavens,
    when he drew the horizon on the oceans.
²⁸ I was there when he set the clouds above,
    when he established springs deep in the earth.
²⁹ I was there when he set the limits of the seas,
    so they would not spread beyond their boundaries.
And when he marked off the earth’s foundations,

‘You are my Son.
    Today I have become your Father.^[a]’

¹⁰ The mountains watched and trembled.
    Onward swept the raging waters.
The mighty deep cried out,
    lifting its hands in submission.

⁶ When he stops, the earth shakes.
    When he looks, the nations tremble.
He shatters the everlasting mountains
    and levels the eternal hills.
    He is the Eternal One!^[a]