As through a wide breach they come, in the midst of the ruin they roll themselves in.
who were snatched away before their time, whose foundation was poured out as a stream,
They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, without anyone's help.
Terrors have turned on me. They chase my honor as the wind. My welfare has passed away as a cloud.
The cords of death surrounded me. The floods of ungodliness made me afraid.