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

To the Chief Musician upon shoshannim. A Psalm of David. Save me, O God; for the waters have come in unto my soul.

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

Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters.

Hear me, O LORD; for your lovingkindness is good: turn unto me according to the multitude of your tender mercies.

Woe to the multitude of many people, who make a noise like the noise of the seas; and to the rushing of nations, that make a rushing like the rushing of mighty waters!

The nations shall rush like the rushing of many waters: but God shall rebuke them, and they shall flee far off, and shall be chased as the chaff of the mountains before the wind, and like a rolling thing before the whirlwind.

Who is this that comes up as a flood, whose waters are moved as the rivers?

Egypt rises up like a flood, and its waters are moved like the rivers; and he says, I will go up, and will cover the earth; I will destroy the city and its inhabitants.

For you had cast me into the deep, in the midst of the seas; and the floods surrounded me: all your billows and your waves passed over me.

And the serpent cast out of his mouth water as a flood after the woman, that he might cause her to be carried away by the flood.

And he said unto me, The waters which you saw, where the harlot sits, are peoples, and multitudes, and nations, and tongues.

Let the heavens rejoice, and let the earth be glad; let the sea roar, and the fullness thereof.

Let the floods clap their hands: let the hills be joyful together

For you shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.

Why do the nations rage, and the people imagine a vain thing?

Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us.

For he commands, and raises the stormy wind, who lifts up the waves thereof.

They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths: their soul is melted because of trouble.

Then they would have swallowed us up alive, when their wrath was kindled against us:

Then the proud waters would have gone over our soul.

Who by the mouth of your servant David has said, Why did the nations rage, and the people imagine vain things?

For of a truth against your holy child Jesus, whom you have anointed, both Herod, and Pontius Pilate, with the Gentiles, and the people of Israel, were gathered together,