Let my prayer come before you Incline your ear to my call for help For my soul is surfeited with troubles Any my life draws near to the netherworld I am numbered with those who go down into the pit I am a man without strength My couch is among the Dead Like the slain, who lie in the Grave Who you remember no longer Who are cut off from your care You have plunged me into the bottom of the pit Into the dark abyss Upon me, your wrath lies heavy And with all your billows, you overwhelm me You have taken my friends away from me You have made me an abomination to them I am imprisoned.. and I cannot escape My eyes have grown dim through affliction Daily I call upon You, Oh Lord To You, I stretch out my hands Will You work wonders for the Dead? Will the shades arise to give You thanks? Do they declare Your kindness in the Grave? Your faithfulness among those who have perished? Are Your Wonders made known in the Darkness? Or Your Justice in the Land of Oblivion? But I, Oh Lord, I cry out to you With my morning prayer, I wait upon You Why, O Lord, do you reject me? Why hide me from Your Face? I’m afflicted and in agony from my youth I’m dazed with a burden of Your dread Your furies have swept over me Your terrors have cut me off They encompass me, like water All the day On all sides they close in upon me Companion and neighbor, You’ve taken from me My only friend is darkness.