They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
The sorrows of death surrounded me, and the floods of ungodly men made me afraid.
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.