Mine eye languished from affliction: I called to thee, O Jehovah, in all the day, I stretched my hands to thee.

A song of chanting to the sons of Korah to the overseer upon the lute, for affliction of instruction, for Heman the Ezrabite. O Jehovah, God of my salvation, the day have I cried in the night before thee.

For my soul was filled with evils, and my life touched upon hades.

Wilt thou do wonder to the dead? if the shades shall arise, shall they praise thee? Silence.

Shall thy mercy be recounted in the grave, thy faithfulness in destruction?

And to thee, O Jehovah, I cried, and in the morning shall my prayer anticipate thee.

My prayer shall come before thee: incline thine ear to my wailing;

Free among the dead, as they wounded lying down in the grave, whom thou no more didst remember them, and they were cut off by thy hand.

Thou didst remove far from me mine acquaintance; thou didst set me an abomination to them: I was shut up, and I shall not go forth.

Thou didst set me in the pit beneath, in darknesses, in the shades.

I was reckoned with those going down to the pit: I was as a man of no strength:

Thou didst remove far from me lover and friend, mine acquaintance into darkness.

Thy wrath lay upon me, and thou didst afflict with all thy breakers. Silence.

I am poor and expiring from youth: I bore thy terrors; I shall be perplexed.

Upon me thy burnings passed over; thy terrors made me silent

Wherefore, O Jehovah, wilt thou cast off my soul? wilt thou hide thy face from me?

Shall thy wonder be known in darkness, and thy justice in a land of oblivion?

They surrounded me as water all the day; they folded round about me together.