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.

The sorrows of death surrounded me, and the pangs of sheol got hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.

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

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

I cried unto you, O LORD: I said, you are my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.

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

You have heard my voice: hide not your ear at my breathing, at my cry.

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

Jesus said unto her, Woman, what have I to do with you? my hour has not yet come.

And there were set there six water pots of stone, after the manner of the purifying of the Jews, containing twenty or thirty gallons each.

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 who raises the dead:

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

Who stills the noise of the seas, the noise of their waves, and the tumult of the people.

You covered 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 you have founded for them.

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

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

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

Why, 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 stink, because there is no water, and die of thirst.

Fear you not me? says the LORD: will you not tremble at my presence, who has placed the sand for the bound of the sea by a perpetual decree, that it cannot pass it: and though its waves toss themselves, yet can they not prevail; though they roar, yet can they not pass over it?

He rebukes the sea, and makes it dry, and dries up all the rivers: Bashan withers, and Carmel, and the flower of Lebanon fades.