As through a wide break they came on; they roll under a ruin.
They were seized, but there was not time; their foundation was poured out by a flood;
They have broken down my path, they gain by my trouble; they have no helper.
Terrors have turned on me; they pursue my soul like the wind; and my good passes away like a cloud.
The sorrows of death hemmed me in, and the floods of ungodly men made me afraid.