A Song. A Psalm of the Sons of Korah. To the choirmaster: according to Mahalath Leannoth. A Maskila of Heman the Ezrahite.
1 O Lord, God of my salvation,
I cry out day and night before you.
incline your ear to my cry!
and my life draws near to Sheol.
I am a man who has no strength,
like the slain that lie in the grave,
like those whom you remember no more,
for they are cut off from your hand.
in the regions dark and deep.
and you overwhelm me with all your waves. Selah
you have made me a horrorb to them.
I am shut in so that I cannot escape;
Every day I call upon you, O Lord;
I spread out my hands to you.
Do the departed rise up to praise you? Selah
or your faithfulness in Abaddon?
or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
in the morning my prayer comes before you.
Why do you hide your face from me?
I suffer your terrors; I am helpless.c
your dreadful assaults destroy me.
they close in on me together.
my companions have become darkness.d