They come on, as through a break; they roll on under a ruin.
the ones who were taken, but there was not time; their foundation was poured out by a river;
They have broken down my path; they profit by my ruin; they have no helper. for them.
Terrors are turned on me; they pursue my soul like the wind, and my prosperity passes away like a cloud.
The cords of death hemmed me in; yea, the floods of wicked men overwhelmed me;