1 O Yahweh, God of my salvation, I cry out by day and through the night before you.
2 Let my prayer come before you; incline your ear to my cry.
3 For my soul is full with troubles, and my life approaches Sheol.
4 I am reckoned with those descending to the pit. I am like a man without strength,
5 set free among the dead, like the slain lying in the grave, whom you no longer remember, even those cut off from your hand.
6 You have set me in the pit below, in dark places, in the depths.