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