Psalms 68:3-5

³I stick fast in the mire of the deep: and there is no sure standing. I am come into the depth of the sea: and a tempest hath overwhelmed me.

⁴I have laboured with crying; my jaws are become hoarse: my eyes have failed, whilst I hope in my God.

⁵They are multiplied above the hairs of my head, who hate me without cause. My enemies are grown strong who have wrongfully persecuted me: then did I pay that which I took not away.