Let my prayer come before You. Turn Your ear to my cry.
His soul draws near to the Pit and his life to the messengers of death.
Their soul abhorred all food, and they drew near the gates of death.
They mounted up to the sky and plunged down to the depths. In their peril their souls melted away.
A prayer of David. Hear, Adonai, a just plea, listen to my cry! Give ear to my prayer— from lips with no deceit.
My voice to God—and I cried out, my voice to God—and He heard me!
He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief, One from whom people hide their faces. He was despised, and we did not esteem Him.
