3 For my soul is full of troubles.My life draws near to Sheol.
4 I am counted amongst those who go down into the pit.I am like a man who has no help,
5 set apart amongst the dead,like the slain who lie in the grave,whom you remember no more.They are cut off from your hand.
6 You have laid me in the lowest pit,in the darkest depths.
7 Your wrath lies heavily on me.You have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.
8 You have taken my friends from me.You have made me an abomination to them.I am confined, and I can’t escape.
9 My eyes are dim from grief.I have called on you daily, Lord.I have spread out my hands to you.