Let my prayer come before Thee; incline Thine ear unto my cry.
For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
I am counted with them that go down into the pit; I am as a man that hath no strength,
cast among the dead like the slain that lie in the grave, whom Thou rememberest no more, and who are cut off from Thy hand.
Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.