God of my salvation
Day, I cry out to you
By night, close before you.
Let it come before your face, this prayer
Turn your ear to my cry.
My soul is crammed with evils
And my life touches upon Sheol.
I am reckoned with those who go down into the Pit
I have become as a man of strength with no strength.
Among the Dead, free,
Like one of the slain, lying in the grave
Never remembered at all
Cut-off from your hand.
You appoint me to the Pit of Depths
To shades of darkness.
Over me rolls your poisonwrath
All these, your waves, break me.
You drive those knowing me far from me
You appoint me as their hated thing;
Locked-in, I cannot go out.
My eyes falter from my pain
I call out to you, YHWH
All the days
I force my hands open before you.
Do you show wonder to the dead?
Do the dead spirits rise and praise you,
Is your loyal love rehearsed in the grave?
-Or, your faithfulness in the place of destruction?
It is known in that darkness, the wonder of you?
Or your righteousness in that land of forgetting?
But I, unto you YHWH, I cry
In the morning, my prayer goes out to meet you.
Why O YHWH do you cast off my soul
And cause your face to hide from me?
Afflicted I am and dying since youth
Bearing the horrors of you.
Your wrath washes over me
Your terrors silence me,
They surround me like waters all the day
They encircle me altogether.
You drive the beloved far from me;
My companions: darkness.
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