⁵ Compassed me have waters unto the soul, The deep doth compass me, The weed is bound to my head.

¹ To the Overseer. -- `On the Lilies,' by David. Save me, O God, for come have waters unto the soul.

² I have sunk in deep mire, And there is no standing, I have come into the depths of the waters, And a flood hath overflown me.

⁵⁴ Flowed have waters over my head, I have said, I have been cut off.

² 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.