Floods of ill men affrighted me, death's pangs about me went;
Of death the cords and sorrows did about me compass round; The pains of hell took hold on me, I grief and trouble found.
Waters had cover'd us, our soul had sunk beneath the stream.
For dogs have compass'd me about: the wicked, that did meet In their assembly, me inclos'd; they pierc'd my hands and feet.