O Lord God of my salvation,
I have cried out day and night before you
Let my prayer come before you;
incline Your ear to my cry.
For my soul is full of troubles,
and my life draws near to the grave.
I am counted with those go down to the pit;
I am like a man who has no strength.
Adrift among the dead,
like the slain who lie in the grave
Whom You remember no more,
and who are cut off from Your hand.