Your fury has swept over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
My strength is dried up like a clay pot, my tongue clings to my jaws. You lay me in the dust of death.
The ropes of death entangled me, and the torments of Sheol found me. I found trouble and sorrow.
Then the waters would have engulfed us, the torrent would have swept over our soul,
My God, my soul is downcast within me! Therefore I remember You from the land of Jordan and from the peaks of Hermon, from Mount Mitzar.
The princes of Judah were like those who move a boundary mark. I pour out My fury on them like water.