3 I am overwhelmed with troublesand my life draws near to death.
4 I am counted among those who go down to the pit;I am like one without strength.
5 I am set apart with the dead,like the slain who lie in the grave,whom you remember no more,who are cut off from your care.
6 You have put me in the lowest pit,in the darkest depths.
7 Your wrath lies heavily on me;you have overwhelmed me with all your waves.
8 You have taken from me my closest friendsand have made me repulsive to them.I am confined and cannot escape;
9 my eyes are dim with grief.I call to you, Lord, every day;I spread out my hands to you.