1aO Yahweh, God of my salvation, I cry out by day [and] through the night before you.
Let my prayer come before you; incline your ear to my cry.
For my soul is full with troubles, and my life approaches Sheol.
I am reckoned with [those] descending to [the] pit. I am like a manb without strength,c5
set freed among the dead, like [the] slain lying in [the] grave, whom you no longer remember, even those cut off from your hand.
You have set me in [the] pit below, in dark places, in [the] depths.