The sorrows of death compassed me, and the floods of ungodly men made me afraid.

Save me, O God; for the waters are come in unto my soul.

I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

Let not the waterflood overflow me, neither let the deep swallow me up, and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.

Then the waters had overwhelmed us, the stream had gone over our soul:

Then the proud waters had gone over our soul.

For thou hadst cast me into the deep, in the midst of the seas; and the floods compassed me about: all thy billows and thy waves passed over me.

The waters compassed me about, even to the soul: the depth closed me round about, the weeds were wrapped about my head.

And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:

My days are past, my purposes are broken off, even the thoughts of my heart.

If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.

And where is now my hope? as for my hope, who shall see it?

For I said in my haste, I am cut off from before thine eyes: nevertheless thou heardest the voice of my supplications when I cried unto thee.

I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.

Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.

Then he said unto me, Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel: behold, they say, Our bones are dried, and our hope is lost: we are cut off for our parts.

For we would not, brethren, have you ignorant of our trouble which came to us in Asia, that we were pressed out of measure, above strength, insomuch that we despaired even of life:

Who delivered us from so great a death, and doth deliver: in whom we trust that he will yet deliver us;