From Wit’s End

"For he commanded and
raised the stormy wind,
which lifted up the waves of the sea.
They mounted up to heaven;
they went down to the depths;
their courage melted away
in their evil plight;
they reeled and staggered
like drunken men
and were at their wits' end.
Then they cried to the LORD
in their trouble,
and he delivered them
from their distress.
He made the storm be still,
and the waves of the sea
were hushed.
Then they were glad
that the waters were quiet,
and he brought them
to their desired haven."

Psalm 107:25-30

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