قَدِ ٱكْتَنَفَتْنِي مِيَاهٌ إِلَى ٱلنَّفْسِ. أَحَاطَ بِي غَمْرٌ. ٱلْتَفَّ عُشْبُ ٱلْبَحْرِ بِرَأْسِي.
The waters compassed me about, even to the soul: the depth closed me round about, the weeds were wrapped about my head.