Compassed me have waters unto the soul, The deep doth compass me, The weed is bound to my head.
And He doth cause me to come up From a pit of desolation -- from mire of mud, And He raiseth up on a rock my feet, He is establishing my steps.
O Jehovah, lead me in Thy righteousness, Because of those observing me, Make straight before me Thy way,
Flowed have waters over my head, I have said, I have been cut off.
`And when ye may see Jerusalem surrounded by encampments, then know that come nigh did her desolation;