Psalm
A song. A melody of the sons of Korʹah.+ To the director; in the style of Maʹha·lath,* to be sung alternately. Masʹkil* of Heʹman+ the Ezʹra·hite.
4 I am already counted among those going down to the pit;*+
I have become a helpless man,*+
5 Left among the dead
Like the slain lying in a grave,
Whom you remember no longer
And who have been separated from your care.*
6 You have put me in the lowest pit,
In dark places, in a large abyss.
7 Your rage weighs heavily on me,+
And you overwhelm me with your crashing waves. (Selah)
8 You have driven my acquaintances far away from me;+
You have made me something detestable to them.
I am trapped and cannot escape.
9 My eye is worn out because of my affliction.+
I call on you, O Jehovah, all day long;+
To you I spread out my hands.
10 Will you perform wonders for the dead?
Can those powerless in death rise up to praise you?+ (Selah)
11 Will your loyal love be declared in the grave,
Your faithfulness in the place of destruction?*
12 Will your wonders be known in the darkness
Or your righteousness in the land of oblivion?+
14 Why, O Jehovah, do you reject me?*+
Why do you hide your face from me?+
15 From my youth on,
I have been afflicted and ready to perish;+
I am numb from the terrible things you allow me to suffer.
16 Your burning anger overwhelms me;+
Your terrors destroy me.
17 They surround me like waters all day long;
They close in on me from all sides.*
18 You have driven my friends and companions far away from me;+
Darkness has become my companion.