As through a wide breach they come In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me
The cords of death compassed me, And the floods of ungodliness made me afraid.
Who were snatched away before their time, Whose foundation was poured out as a stream:
They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, Even men that have no helper.
Terrors are turned upon me, They chase mine honour as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.