The seas have lifted up, Lord, the seas have lifted up their voice; the seas have lifted up their pounding waves.
The cords of death entangled me; the torrents of destruction overwhelmed me.
though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging.
There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells.
Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad; let the sea resound, and all that is in it.
You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.
You hurled me into the depths, into the very heart of the seas, and the currents swirled about me; all your waves and breakers swept over me.
Then from his mouth the serpent spewed water like a river, to overtake the woman and sweep her away with the torrent.
Then the angel said to me, “The waters you saw, where the prostitute sits, are peoples, multitudes, nations and languages.