For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near the grave.
Yea, his soul draws near to the Pit, and his life to the dealers of death.
Their soul hates all kinds of food; and they draw near the gates of death.
They mount up to the heavens, they go down again to the depths; their soul is melted because of trouble.
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.
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.
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.