For You cast me into the deep, into the heart of the seas, and the current swirled about me; all Your breakers and waves swept over me.
Deep calls to deep in the roar of Your waterfalls; all Your breakers and waves have rolled over me.
The waters flowed over my head, and I thought I was going to die.
For the choirmaster. To the tune of “Lilies.” Of David. Save me, O God, for the waters are up to my neck.
Rescue me from the mire and do not let me sink; deliver me from my foes and out of the deep waters.
I am forsaken among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom You remember no more, who are cut off from Your
“Pick me up,” he answered, “and cast me into the sea, so it may quiet down for you. For I know that I am to blame for th