The floods have lifted up, O Jehovah, the floods have lifted up their voices; the floods lift up their waves.
The sorrows of death hemmed me in, and the floods of ungodly men made me afraid.
Let its waters roar and foam; let the mountains shake with the swelling of it. Selah.
There is a river, its channels gladden the city of God glad, the holy place of the tabernacles of the Most High.
Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be glad; let the sea roar, and the fullness of it.
For you shall go out with joy, and be led out with peace; the mountains and the hills shall break out before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.
For You cast me into the depths of the seas, and the current surrounded me. All Your breakers and Your waves passed over me.
And the serpent cast out of his mouth water like a flood after the woman, so that he might cause her to be carried away by the river.
And he says to me, The waters which you saw, where the harlot sits are peoples and multitudes and nations and tongues,