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