The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me.
The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell got hold on me: I found trouble and sorrow.
Then the waters had overwhelmed us, the stream had gone over our soul:
Hear me, O LORD; for your loving kindness is good: turn to me according to the multitude of your tender mercies.
For great is your mercy toward me: and you have delivered my soul from the lowest hell.
For man also knows not his time: as the fishes that are taken in an evil net, and as the birds that are caught in the snare; so are the sons of men snared in an evil time, when it falls suddenly on them.
Whom God has raised up, having loosed the pains of death: because it was not possible that he should be held of it.