The Deep End

S.W.I.M. Up through the Depths with Beowulf

Soon that great swimmer, who struggled to victory,
Who bested demons in battle, breasted and kicked his way up.
The currents were cleared, the sea creature was gone,
From that watery waste, since the wandering ghoul
Left this life, lost to the world.
He then swam to the shore, that sailor-protector,
Solid in soul, in the spoil rejoicing,
Holding that head, and the hilt of the sword.

From Beowulf, a New Verse Rendering by Douglas Wilson
Twenty-Fifth Fitt, lines 1680-1689

Out of the depths have I cried unto thee, O Lord.

Psalm 130:1

The waters saw thee, O God, the waters saw thee; they were afraid: the depths also were troubled.

Psalm 77:16