You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.
For the enemy pursues my soul. He has struck my life down to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, as those who have been long dead.
He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay. He set my feet on a rock, and gave me a firm place to stand.
Don't let the flood waters overwhelm me, neither let the deep swallow me up. Don't let the pit shut its mouth on me.
For your loving kindness is great toward me. You have delivered my soul from the lowest She'ol.
The way of the wicked is like darkness. They don't know what they stumble over.
He has led me and caused me to walk in darkness, and not in light.
I called on your name, LORD, out of the lowest dungeon.
I said, 'I have been banished from your sight; yet I will look again toward your holy temple.'
I have come as a light into the world, that whoever believes in me may not remain in the darkness.
For a fire is kindled in my anger, Burns to the lowest She'ol, Devours the earth with its increase, and sets the foundations of the mountains on fire.
wild waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame; wandering stars, for whom the blackness of darkness has been reserved forever.
Messengers who didn't keep their first domain, but deserted their own dwelling place, he has kept in everlasting bonds under darkness for the judgment of the great day.