I am weary with my sighing; Every night I make my bed swim, I flood my couch with my tears.

The Lord sat as King at the flood; Yes, the Lord sits as King forever.

Therefore, let everyone who is godly pray to You in a time when You may be found; Certainly in a flood of great waters, they will not reach him.

I have sunk in deep mud, and there is no foothold; I have come into deep waters, and a flood overflows me.

May the flood of water not overflow me Nor the deep swallow me up, Nor the pit close its mouth on me.

You have swept them away like a flood, they fall asleep; In the morning they are like grass that sprouts anew.

The floods have lifted up, Lord, The floods have lifted up their voice, The floods lift up their pounding waves.

Then the waters would have flooded over us, The stream would have swept over our souls;