1 LORD, God of my salvation, by day I have cried out, and in the night, in your presence.
2 May my prayer come before you; turn your ear to my cry.
3 For my soul has had its fill of evils, and my life has come close to Sheol.
4 I am reckoned with those who go down into the pit; I am like a man without strength,
5 free among the dead, like the slain lying in the grave, whom you no longer remember, cut off from your hand.
6 You have laid me in the lowest pit, in dark places, in the deeps.
7 Your fury presses hard on me, and with all your waves you have afflicted me. Selah.
8 You have put my friends far away from me; you have made me a horror to them; I am shut up and cannot get out.
9 My eye wastes away from affliction; every day I call on you, O LORD; I stretch out my hands to you.
10 Is it for the dead that you will do wonders? Will the shades rise and praise you? Selah.
11 Will your steadfast love be recounted in the grave, your faithfulness in Abaddon?
12 Will your marvels be known in the dark, your righteousness in the land where all is forgotten?
13 But as for me, I cry to you, O LORD; in the morning my prayer meets you.
14 Why, O LORD, do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?
15 I am afflicted and dying from my youth; I suffer your terrors; I am helpless.
16 Your fierce wrath has passed over me; your terrors have put an end to me.
17 They encircle me like water all day; all together they close around me.
18 Friend and neighbor you have put far from me; my acquaintances are darkness.