For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near the grave.
Their soul hates all kinds of food; and they draw near the gates of death.
He is despised and rejected of men; a Man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief; and as it were a hiding of faces from Him, He being despised, and we esteemed Him not.
They mount up to the heavens, they go down again to the depths; their soul is melted because of trouble.
In the day of my trouble I sought Jehovah; my hand was poured in the night, and ceased not; my soul refused to be comforted.
Yea, his soul draws near to the Pit, and his life to the dealers of death.
A Prayer of David. Hear the right, O Jehovah; listen to my cry; Give ear to my prayer, for it is not in lips of deceit.