For my soulhas hadenoughtroubles,And my lifehas drawnnearto Sheol.
"Then his souldrawsnearto the pit,And his lifeto those who bringdeath.
Their soulabhorredallkinds of food,And they drewnearto the gatesof death.
They roseup to the heavens,they wentdownto the depths;Their soulmeltedaway in [their] misery.
Heara justcause,O LORD,giveheedto my cry;Giveearto my prayer,which is not from deceitfullips.
In the dayof my troubleI soughtthe Lord;In the nightmy handwas stretchedout withoutweariness;My soulrefusedto be comforted.
He was despisedand forsakenof men,A manof sorrowsand acquaintedwith grief;And like one from whom men hidetheir faceHe was despised,and we did not esteemHim.
