They came upon me as a wide breach, with a crash they came; in the desolation they rolled themselves upon me.
They were cut down before their time; their foundations were swept away by a flood.
They tear apart my path, they promote my calamity; they have no helper.
Terrors are turned on me; they pursue my dignity like the wind, and my help passes away as a cloud.
The cords of death encompassed me; the torrents of destruction assailed me.