6 idle among the dead. I am like the wounded sleeping in sepulchers, whom you no longer remember, and who have been repelled by your hand.
7 They have lain me in the lower pit: in dark places and in the shadow of death.
8 Your fury has been confirmed over me. And you have brought all your waves upon me.
9 You have sent my acquaintances far from me. They have set me as an abomination to themselves. I was handed over, yet I did not depart.
10 My eyes languished before destitution. All day long, I cried out to you, O Lord. I stretched out my hands to you.
11 Will you perform wonders for the dead? Or will physicians raise to life, and so confess to you?
12 Could anyone declare your mercy in the sepulcher, or your truth from within perdition?