מַעֲמַקִּים

I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

Deliver me out of the mire, and don’t let me sink. Let me be delivered from those who hate me, and out of the deep waters.

Out of the depths I have cried to you, Yahweh.

Isn’t it you who dried up the sea, the waters of the great deep; who made the depths of the sea a way for the redeemed to pass over?

In the time that you were broken by the seas, in the depths of the waters, your merchandise and all your company fell within you.