I have so many troubles I’m about to die.
They might approach the very edge of the grave. The messengers of death might come for them.
They refused to eat anything. They came close to passing through the gates of death.
They rose up to the heavens. Then they went down deep into the ocean. In that kind of danger the people’s boldness melted away.
Lord, hear me, because I ask for what is right. Listen to my cry for help. Hear my prayer. It doesn’t come from lips that tell lies.
When I was in trouble, I looked to the Lord for help. During the night I lifted up my hands in prayer. But I refused to be comforted.
People looked down on him. They didn’t accept him. He knew all about pain and suffering. He was like someone people turn their faces away from. We looked down on him. We didn’t have any respect for him.
