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