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The waves of death swirled around me.
Floodwaters of destruction[a] rolled over me.
The ropes of the grave wrapped around me.
The traps of death threatened me.
In my distress I called to the Lord.
To my God I cried out.
He heard my voice from his temple.
My cry for help reached his ears.

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  1. 2 Samuel 22:5 Literally rivers of belial