1abLORD, God of my salvation, by day I cry out, even at night, before you—
let my prayer reach you! Turn your ear to my outcry
because my whole beingc is filled with distress; my life is at the very brink of hell.d4
I am considered as one of those plummeting into the pit. I am like those who are beyond help,
drifting among the dead lying in the grave, like dead bodies— those you don't remember anymore, those who are cut off from your power.
You placed me down in the deepest pit, in places dark and deep.