They came on me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves on me.
Which were cut down out of time, whose foundation was overflowed with a flood:
They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper.
Terrors are turned on me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passes away as a cloud.
The sorrows of death compassed me, and the floods of ungodly men made me afraid.