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
9 Because of you my acquaintances shun me;you make me loathsome to them;Caged in, I cannot escape;
10 my eyes grow dim from trouble.All day I call on you, Lord;I stretch out my hands to you.
11 Do you work wonders for the dead?Do the shades arise and praise you?Selah