I downward in deep mire do sink, where standing there is none: I am into deep waters come, where floods have o'er me gone.
He took me from a fearful pit, and from the miry clay, And on a rock he set my feet, establishing my way.
For this shall ev'ry godly one his prayer make to thee; In such a time he shall thee seek, as found thou mayest be. Surely, when floods of waters great do swell up to the brim, They shall not overwhelm his soul, nor once come near to him.