3 For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol.
4 I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,
5 Set apart among the dead, Like the slain who lie in the grave, Whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.
6 You have laid me in the lowest pit, In the darkest depths.
7 Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.
8 You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can`t escape.
9 My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.
