Older Testament Psalms chapter 107 of 150 (43 verses.)
Psalms 107 
π, throw your hands [in the air to thank] YHVH. He's the best! His mercy [stretches past] forever! 
All of [you whom] YHVH sets free, tell the [world] how he redeemed [you] from the [enemy's] vice-grip.
[π, broadcast how YAH] gathers [his oppressed people] from [all] countries: from the east, west, north and south.
βοΈβοΈβοΈ [We believers] wander lonely in the wilderness, π. We find no [authentic Hebrew] populace to settle within.
[We pass through life] hungry and thirsty, π. [Sorrow] shrouds [our] life-breath.
βοΈβοΈβοΈ Then, in [our] tightest [squeeze], [we] shriek to YHVH. [Wham!] He snatches [us] out of [our] anguish, π.
YAH leads [us] in the right way, π. [He] directs us to a [heavenly] city [where we can] live [in peace forever]. Oh, π, I wish [you] would [join me in] throwing [our hands to the sky to thank] YHVH for his goodness, for the marvelous deeds he does for [us] children of Adam!
βοΈβοΈβοΈ For [YAH] satisfies the searching soul, π. [YAH] fills the hungry life with goodness.
[Unbelievers] sit in darkness, π. [They huddle] beneath the shadow of death. [They live and die as] prisoners chained up in misery.
βοΈβοΈβοΈ [Slaves of Satan] rebel against the words of El {Power}. [They] condemn the counsel of Ha-Elyon {The-Most-High}.
So [YAH uses] toil to bend-the-knees of [stubborn] hearted [people]. They fall down. No one comes to help [them, π].
Then, in their death-squeeze, the [penitents] cry to YHVH. So he saves them out of the [devil's] trap[s]. [YAH] ushers [us repenters] out of darkness. [He lifts us above] the shadow of death, π. He rips away [our] chains.
Oh, π, [I] wish [people] would throw [their hands in the air to thank] YHVH for his kindness, for the marvelous feats [he performs to help us] brats of Adam!
[YAH] breaks gates of brass [to let us out of jail, π]. He slices [the] iron bars [that hold us down].
Fools [walk] the road of rebellion, π. Their perversities beat them down. [Sinners get so depressed,] they hate [the sight of] food. They touch the gates of death, π.
Then, [twisting] in [Satan's] vice-grip, the [sinners] cry-out to YHVH. [YAH] saves them out of their jail-cells. [YAH] sends his word. [It] heals the [the sinner]. [YAH] provides-an-escape from [Satan's] pit of destruction. π, I wish humans would throw [their hands in the air to thank] YHVH for his goodness, for the amazing feats [he does to help us,] Adam's children!
[So people,] cook [up some] thanksgiving-feast gifts! Recount [YAH's] feats with squeals [of joy]!
[We humans] traipse down to the sea. [We sail] ships out to do business on the great oceans, π. [On the sea, we] see YHVH's [power] in action. His wonders [fill] the shadowy-deeps, π. [YAH] speaks. Then, [like a dutiful soldier,] up rises the stormy wind. It lifts the ocean waves [vertical. Like mountains, tsunamis tower over our tiny boats, π].
[Tides] ascend the heavens; [then the waters] crash back into the depths. Disasters melt [sailors'] souls.
βοΈβοΈβοΈ [Shipmen] reel in circles, π. They stagger like drunken [hobos]. The [sea] swallows up all their skill[s]. βοΈβοΈβοΈ Then, in the clutch of [catastrophe], the [sailors] cry to YHVH. He lifts them out of the [watery] death-press.
[YAH] hurls the hurricane up [to heaven], π. Stillness silences the [rolling] tsunami. βοΈβοΈβοΈ The sailors light up [in joy], [seeing] the calm [sea]. [YAH] guides them to their pleasure-harbor. π, [see] the [mariners] throw their hands [in the air to thank] YHVH for his goodness, for the miracles he [performs] to help [us,] Adam's offspring! βοΈβοΈβοΈ Raise [the roof, π! Celebrate] YAH wherever crowds gather. [Wildly, foolishly] rave [about] YAH in [your nation's] leadership councils. 
βοΈβοΈβοΈ YAH turns rivers into deserts. [He morphs] water-springs into dry ground, π. βοΈβοΈβοΈ [YAH] turns fruitful land into barren [dust], because of the wickedness of the miscreants who live there, π. 
βοΈβοΈβοΈ But YAH also turns deserts into lakes. [He morphs] dry ground into watersprings, π. βοΈβοΈβοΈ YAH gives hungry people homes in deserts, π. [YAH's people] build [wastelands] into inhabited cities. 
[We believers] sow fields, π. [We] plant vineyards. [YAH] yields us a fruitful harvest. YAH blesses [us believers], π. So we multiply [like rabbits]! [YAH] keeps our herds from dwindling. But [eventually the death-cycle] returns, π: [our herds and families] shrink, [beaten down] by oppression, disaster and depression.
[Yet YAH comes to our defense, π.] He pours contempt upon the [trojan-horse] βbenefactorβ [class]. [He] makes [predatory bankers] wander in roadless chaos. 
[YAH] lifts [us] needy [people up] onto high, impregnable wide-open [spaces]. [YAH] makes [poor peoples'] families [bloom] like flocks [of sheep].