A Song. A Psalm of the sons of Korah. For the choir director; according to Mahalath Leannoth. A Maskil of Heman the Ezrahite.
I have cried out by day and in the night before You.
Incline Your ear to my cry!
And my life has drawn near to Sheol.
I have become like a man without strength,
Like the slain who lie in the grave,
Whom You remember no more,
And they are cut off from Your hand.
In dark places, in the depths.
And You have afflicted me with all Your waves.
Selah.
You have made me an object of loathing to them;
I am shut up and cannot go out.
I have called upon You every day, O LORD;
I have spread out my hands to You.
Will the departed spirits rise and praise You?
Selah.
Your faithfulness in Abaddon?
And Your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
And in the morning my prayer comes before You.
Why do You hide Your face from me?
I suffer Your terrors; I am overcome.
Your terrors have destroyed me.
They have encompassed me altogether.
My acquaintances are in darkness.