I am overwhelmed with troubles and my life draws near to death.
They draw near to the pit, and their life to the messengers of death.
They loathed all food and drew near the gates of death.
They mounted up to the heavens and went down to the depths; in their peril their courage melted away.
Hear me, Lord, my plea is just; listen to my cry. Hear my prayer— it does not rise from deceitful lips.
When I was in distress, I sought the Lord; at night I stretched out untiring hands, and I would not be comforted.
He was despised and rejected by mankind, a man of suffering, and familiar with pain. Like one from whom people hide their faces he was despised, and we held him in low esteem.