O Lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee *
O let my prayer enter into thy presence, incline thine ear unto my calling.
For my soul is full of trouble *
and my life draweth nigh unto hell.
I am counted as one of them that go down into the pit *
and I have been even as a man that hath no strength.
Free among the dead, like unto them that are wounded, and lie in the grave *
who are out of remembrance, and are cut away from thy hand.
Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit *
in a place of darkness, and in the deep.
Thine indignation lieth hard upon me *
and thou hast vexed me with all thy storms.
Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me *
and made me to be abhorred of them.
I am so fast in prison *
that I cannot get forth.
My sight faileth for very trouble *
Lord, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched forth my hands unto thee.
Dost thou shew wonders among the dead *
or shall the dead rise up again, and praise thee?
Shall thy loving-kindness be shewed in the grave *
or thy faithfulness in destruction?
Shall thy wondrous works be known in the dark *
and thy righteousness in the land where all things are forgotten?
Unto thee have I cried, O Lord *
and early shall my prayer come before thee.
Lord, why abhorrest thou my soul *
and hidest thou thy face from me?
I am in misery, and like unto him that is at the point to die *
even from my youth up thy terrors have I suffered with a troubled mind.
Thy wrathful displeasure goeth over me *
and the fear of thee hath undone me.
They came round about me daily like water *
and compassed me together on every side.
My lovers and friends hast thou put away from me *
and hid mine acquaintance out of my sight.