My sight faileth for very trouble: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched forth my hands unto thee.

{A Psalm and song of the sons of Korah, to the Chanter upon Mahalath, to give thanks, an Instruction of Heman the Ezrahite} O LORD God my Savior, I have cried day and night before thee;

For my soul is full of trouble, and my life draweth nigh unto hell.

Dost thou show wonders among the dead? Can the Physicians raise them up again, that they may praise thee? Selah.

May thy loving-kindness be showed in the grave? Or thy faithfulness in destruction?

Unto thee have I cried, O LORD, and early shall my prayer come before thee.

O let my prayer enter into thy presence. Incline thine ear unto my calling.

free among the dead, like unto them that lie in the grave, which be out of remembrance, and are cut away from thy hand.

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.

Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in a place of darkness and in the deep.

I am counted as one of them that go down into the pit, and I am even as a man that hath no strength;

My lovers and friends hast thou put away from me, and hid mine acquaintance out of my sight.

Thine indignation lieth hard upon me, and thou hast vexed me with all thy floods. Selah.

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.

LORD, why abhorrest thou my soul, and hidest thou thy face from me?

Shall thy wondrous works be known in the dark? Or thy righteousness in the land where all things are forgotten?

They came round about me daily like water, and compassed me together on every side.