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Lord, you are the God who saves me
Day and night I cry out to You
Turn Your ear to my cry
May my prayer come before You

I am overwhelmed with troubles
And my life draws near to death
I am counted among those who go down to the pit
I am like one without strength

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

You have put me in the lowest pit
The pit in the darkest depths
Your wrath lies heavily on me
You have overwhelmed me with all your waves

You have taken from me my closest friends
And have made me repulsive to them I believe
I am confined and cannot escape
My eyes are dim with grief

I call to You, Lord, every day
I spread out my hands to You
Do You show Your wonders to the dead?
Do their spirits rise up and praise You?

Is Your love declared in the grave
Your faithfulness in Destruction?
Are Your wonders known in the place of darkness
Or Your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion?

But I cry to You for help, Lord
Why, Lord, do You reject me?
In the morning my prayer comes before You
Why, Lord, do You hide Your face from me?

From my youth I have suffered and been close to death
I have borne Your terrors and am in despair
Your wrath has swept over me
Your terrors have destroyed me but You don’t care

All day long they surround me like a flood
They have completely engulfed me
You have taken from me friend and neighbor—
Darkness is my closest friend, can’t You see?