TSK · Luke 8:24

Who stilleth the raging of the sea, and the noyse of his waues: and the vprore of the people.

Thou coueredst it with the deepe, lyke as with a garment: the waters stande vpon the hilles.

The snares of death compassed me rounde about: and the paynes of hell toke holde on me. I founde anguishe and heauinesse,

For why woulde no man receaue me when I came? and when I called, no man gaue me aunswere? Is my hande shortened that it myght not helpe? or haue I not power to deliuer? lo, at a worde I drynke vp the sea, & of water fluddes I make drye lande: so that for want of water the fishe corrupt and dye for thirste.

They haue powred water vpon my head: then thought I, nowe am I vndone.

But when he sawe a myghty wynde, he was afrayde: And when he began to sincke, he cryed, saying, Lorde saue me.

And Simon aunswered, and sayde vnto hym: Maister, we haue laboured all nyght, and haue taken nothyng: Neuerthelesse, at thy commaundement I wyll loose foorth the nette.

Yea, we receaued the sentence of death in our selues, that we should not put our trust in our selues, but in God, whiche rayseth the dead: