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.

The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.

Then called I upon the name of the LORD; O LORD, I beseech thee, deliver my soul.

I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.

I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.

Waters flowed over mine head; then I said, I am cut off.

Thou hast heard my voice: hide not thine ear at my breathing, at my cry.

And both Jesus was called, and his disciples, to the marriage.

Jesus saith unto her, Woman, what have I to do with thee? mine hour is not yet come.

And there were set there six waterpots of stone, after the manner of the purifying of the Jews, containing two or three firkins apiece.

But when he saw the wind boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink, he cried, saying, Lord, save me.

But we had the sentence of death in ourselves, that we should not trust in ourselves, but in God which raiseth the dead:

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

Which stilleth the noise of the seas, the noise of their waves, and the tumult of the people.

Thou coveredst it with the deep as with a garment: the waters stood above the mountains.

They go up by the mountains; they go down by the valleys unto the place which thou hast founded for them.

For he commandeth, and raiseth the stormy wind, which lifteth up the waves thereof.

They reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wits' end.

He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still.

Wherefore, when I came, was there no man? when I called, was there none to answer? Is my hand shortened at all, that it cannot redeem? or have I no power to deliver? behold, at my rebuke I dry up the sea, I make the rivers a wilderness: their fish stinketh, because there is no water, and dieth for thirst.

Fear ye not me? saith the LORD: will ye not tremble at my presence, which have placed the sand for the bound of the sea by a perpetual decree, that it cannot pass it: and though the waves thereof toss themselves, yet can they not prevail; though they roar, yet can they not pass over it?

He rebuketh the sea, and maketh it dry, and drieth up all the rivers: Bashan languisheth, and Carmel, and the flower of Lebanon languisheth.