For round about me ev'ry day, like water, they did roll; And, gathering together, they have compassed my soul.
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.
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.
At the noise of thy water-spouts deep unto deep doth call; Thy breaking waves pass over me, yea, and thy billows all.