They come as broad breakers; Under the ruinous storm they roll along.
Who were cut down before their time, Whose foundations were swept away by a flood?
They break up my path, They promote my calamity; They have no helper.
Terrors are turned upon me; They pursue my honor as the wind, And my prosperity has passed like a cloud.
The pangs of death surrounded me, And the floods of ungodliness made me afraid.