6 My soul is among the dead, like those in the underworld, to whom you give no more thought; for they are cut off from your care.
7 You have put me in the lowest deep, even in dark places.
8 The weight of your wrath is crushing me, all your waves have overcome me. (Selah.)
9 You have sent my friends far away from me; you have made me a disgusting thing in their eyes: I am shut up, and not able to come out.
10 My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.
11 Will you do works of wonder for the dead? will the shades come back to give you praise? (Selah.)
12 Will the story of your mercy be given in the house of the dead? will news of your faith come to the place of destruction?
