For my being is filled with evils, And my life draws near to the grave.
Their being loathed all food, And they drew near to the gates of death,
despised and rejected by men, a man of pains and knowing sickness. And as one from whom the face is hidden, being despised, and we did not consider Him.
They go up to the heavens, They go down to the depths; Their being is melted because of evil.
In the day of my distress I sought יהוה ; My hand was stretched out in the night And it did not cease, My being refused to be comforted.
And his being draws near the Pit, and his life to the destroyers.
Hear righteousness, יהוה, Listen to my cry; Give ear to my prayer, From lips without deceit.