Wake up, LORD! Why are You sleeping? Get up! Don't reject us forever!
Wake up, wake up! Put on the strength of the LORD's power. Wake up as in days past, as in generations of long ago. Wasn't it You who hacked Rahab to pieces, who pierced the sea monster?
Wasn't it You who dried up the sea, the waters of the great deep, who made the sea-bed into a road for the redeemed to pass over?
For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but One who has been tested in every way as we are, yet without sin.
The floods have lifted up, LORD, the floods have lifted up their voice; the floods lift up their pounding waves.
Greater than the roar of many waters-- the mighty breakers of the sea-- the LORD on high is majestic.
Others went to sea in ships, conducting trade on the vast waters.
They saw the LORD's works, His wonderful works in the deep.
He spoke and raised a tempest that stirred up the waves of the sea.
Rising up to the sky, sinking down to the depths, their courage melting away in anguish,
they reeled and staggered like drunken men, and all their skill was useless.
Then they cried out to the LORD in their trouble, and He brought them out of their distress.
He stilled the storm to a murmur, and the waves of the sea were hushed.
They rejoiced when the waves grew quiet. Then He guided them to the harbor they longed for.
If the LORD had not been on our side when men attacked us,
then they would have swallowed us alive in their burning anger against us.
Then the waters would have engulfed us; the torrent would have swept over us;
lightning and hail, snow and cloud, powerful wind that executes His command,
"Poor [Jerusalem], storm-tossed, and not comforted, I will set your stones in black mortar, and lay your foundations in sapphires.
But not long afterwards, a fierce wind called the "northeaster" rushed down from the island.
Since the ship was caught and was unable to head into the wind, we gave way to it and were driven along.
After running under the shelter of a little island called Cauda, we were barely able to get control of the skiff.
After hoisting it up, they used ropes and tackle and girded the ship. Then, fearing they would run aground on the Syrtis, they lowered the drift-anchor, and in this way they were driven along.
Because we were being severely battered by the storm, they began to jettison the cargo the next day.
On the third day, they threw the ship's gear overboard with their own hands.
For many days neither sun nor stars appeared, and the severe storm kept raging; finally all hope that we would be saved was disappearing.