For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.
Yes, his soul draws near to the grave, and his life to the executioners.
They abhorred all manner of food, and they drew near to the gates of death.
They mounted up to the heavens, they went down to the depths; their soul melted in their misery.
Hear a just cause, O Lord, attend to my cry; give ear to my prayer that is not from deceitful lips.
In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord; in the night my hand was stretched out without ceasing; my soul refused to be comforted.
He was despised and rejected of men, a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief. And we hid, as it were, our faces from him; he was despised, and we did not esteem him.