Salmos 68

3 I am stuck fast in deep mire, and there is no standing:

I am come in to the depths of the sea, and a storm has overwhelmed me.

4 I am weary of crying, my throat has become hoarse;

Mine eyes have failed by my waiting on my God.

5 They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head:

My enemies that persecute me unrighteously are strengthened:

Then I restored that which I took not away.