⁵ The waters compassed me about, even to the soul: the depth closed me round about, the weeds were wrapped about my head.

¹ Save me, O God; for the waters are come in unto my soul.

² I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

⁵⁴ Waters flowed over mine head; then I said, I am cut off.

² He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings.