Rescue me from the miry mud; don’t let me sink.
Let me be rescued from those who hate me
and from the deep waters.

But the wicked are like the storm-tossed sea,
for it cannot be still,
and its waters churn up mire and muck.

‘All the women who remain in the palace of Judah’s king will be brought out to the officials of the king of Babylon and will say:

Your trusted friends misled you
and overcame you.
Your feet sank into the mire,
and they deserted you.