As through a wide breach they come. In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves [upon me].
The cords of death encompassed me, and the floods of lawlessness made me afraid.
Who were snatched away before their time, whose foundation was poured out as a stream,
They mar my path. They set forward my calamity, [even] men who have no helper.
Terrors are turned upon me. They chase my honor as the wind, and my welfare is passed away as a cloud.