2 Lord, the God of my salvation, I call out by day;at night I cry aloud in your presence.
3 Let my prayer come before you;incline your ear to my cry.
4 For my soul is filled with troubles;my life draws near to Sheol.
5 I am reckoned with those who go down to the pit;I am like a warrior without strength.
6 My couch is among the dead,like the slain who lie in the grave.You remember them no more;they are cut off from your influence.
7 You plunge me into the bottom of the pit,into the darkness of the abyss.
8 Your wrath lies heavy upon me;all your waves crash over me.Selah