For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld.
And his soul comes near to the underworld, and his life to the angels of death.
They are disgusted by all food, and they come near to the doors of death.
The sailors go up to heaven, and down into the deep; their souls are wasted because of their trouble.
A Prayer. Of David. Let my cause come to your ears, O Lord, give attention to my cry; give ear to my prayer which goes not out from false lips.
In the day of my trouble, my heart was turned to the Lord: my hand was stretched out in the night without resting; my soul would not be comforted.
Men made sport of him, turning away from him; he was a man of sorrows, marked by disease; and like one from whom men's faces are turned away, he was looked down on, and we put no value on him.