Salmos 41

Deep calleth on deep, at the noise of thy flood-gates. All thy heights and thy billows have passed over me.

Cosa pestilencial de él se ha apoderado; y el que cayó en cama, no volverá á levantarse.

An evil disease, say they, cleaveth fast unto him: and now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.

“An evil disease”, they say, “has afflicted him. Now that he lies he shall rise up no more.”