As a wide breach they come, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.
Who have been cut down unexpectedly, A flood is poured out on their foundation.
They have broken down my path, By my calamity they profit, `He hath no helper.'
He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.
Compassed me have cords of death, And streams of the worthless make me afraid.