8Bless our God, ye Gentiles, And make the voice of his praise to be heard;
9Who quickens my soul in life, And does not suffer my feet to be moved.
10For thou, O God, hast proved us; Thou hast tried us with fire as silver is tried.
11Thou broughtest us into the snare; Thou laidest afflictions on our back.
12Thou didst mount men upon our heads; We went through fire and water; But thou broughtest us out into a place of refreshment.