The waters engulfed me to take my life; the watery depths closed around me; the seaweed wrapped around my head.
For the choirmaster. To the tune of “Lilies.” Of David. Save me, O God, for the waters are up to my neck.
The waters flowed over my head, and I thought I was going to die.
He lifted me up from the pit of despair, out of the miry clay; He set my feet upon a rock, and made my footsteps firm.