13 But unto thee, O LORD, have I cried, and in the morning shall my prayer come before thee.
14 LORD, why castest thou off my soul? why hidest thou thy face from me?
15 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.
16 Thy fierce wrath is gone over me; thy terrors have cut me off.
17 They came round about me like water all the day long; they compassed me about together.
18 Lover and friend hast thou put far from me, and mine acquaintance into darkness.