For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.
And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.
All food doth their soul abominate, And they come nigh unto the gates of death,
They go up `to' the heavens, they go down `to' the depths, Their soul in evil is melted.
A Prayer of David. Hear, O Jehovah, righteousness, attend my cry, Give ear `to' my prayer, without lips of deceit.
In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.
He is despised, and left of men, A man of pains, and acquainted with sickness, And as one hiding the face from us, He is despised, and we esteemed him not.