I am deeply troubled and close to death;
The very thought of food was disgusting to you, and you were almost dead.
He was hated and rejected; his life was filled with sorrow and terrible suffering. No one wanted to look at him. We despised him and said, “He is a nobody!”
You were tossed to the sky and to the ocean depths, until things looked so bad that you lost your courage.
In days filled with trouble, I search for you. And at night I tirelessly lift my hands in prayer, refusing comfort.
We feel death and the grave taking us in their grip.
I am innocent, Lord! Won't you listen as I pray and beg for help? I am honest! Please hear my prayer.
