The trouble he planned will return on his own head, and his violence will descend on his skull.

To you, LORD, I cry out! My Rock, do not refuse to answer me. If you remain silent, I will become like those who descend into the Pit.

LORD, you brought me from death; you kept me alive so that I did not descend into the Pit.

Answer me quickly, LORD; my spirit is failing. Do not hide your face from me; otherwise, I will become like those who descend to the Pit,

Bow your heavens, LORD, and descend; touch the mountains, and they will smolder.