¹⁷ They have surrounded me as waters all the day, They have gone round against me together,

¹⁶ And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.

³⁹ and those passing by were speaking evil of him, wagging their heads,

⁴⁰ and saying, `Thou that art throwing down the sanctuary, and in three days building `it', save thyself; if Son thou art of God, come down from the cross.'

⁴¹ And in like manner also the chief priests mocking, with the scribes and elders, said,

⁴² `Others he saved; himself he is not able to save! If he be King of Israel, let him come down now from the cross, and we will believe him;

⁴³ he hath trusted on God, let Him now deliver him, if He wish him, because he said -- Son of God I am;'

⁴⁴ with the same also the robbers, who were crucified with him, were reproaching him.

⁵ He hath built up against me, And setteth round poverty and weariness.

⁶ In dark places He hath caused me to dwell, As the dead of old.

⁷ He hath hedged me about, and I go not out, He hath made heavy my fetter.

⁴ Then the waters had overflowed us, The stream passed over our soul,

¹⁰ All nations have compassed me about, In the name of Jehovah I surely cut them off.

¹¹ They have compassed me about, Yea, they have compassed me about, In the name of Jehovah I surely cut them off.

¹² They compassed me about as bees, They have been extinguished as a fire of thorns, In the name of Jehovah I surely cut them off.

³ Compassed me have cords of death, And straits of Sheol have found me, Distress and sorrow I find.

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.

⁷ Deep unto deep is calling At the noise of Thy water-spouts, All Thy breakers and Thy billows passed over me.

¹⁴ As a wide breach they come, Under the desolation have rolled themselves.

¹⁵ He hath turned against me terrors, It pursueth as the wind mine abundance, And as a thick cloud, Hath my safety passed away.

¹² At ease I have been, and he breaketh me, And he hath laid hold on my neck, And he breaketh me in pieces, And he raiseth me to him for a mark.

¹³ Go round against me do his archers. He splitteth my reins, and spareth not, He poureth out to the earth my gall.