⁰A song, a psalm, of the children of Korah, to the choirmaster, over Machalath, to answer; a poem of Heman the Ezrachite.

¹Yahweh, God of my deliverance, by day I cried out, in the night before you.

²Let my prayer come before your face; incline your ear to my ringing cry.

³For my being is sated with evils, and my life has reached Sheol.

⁴I am reckoned with those who go down to the pit; I have become like a man with no strength.

⁵Free among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more, and they are cut off from your hand.

⁶You have set me in a pit of the lowest places, in dark places, in the depths.

⁷Your anger has rested on me, and you have afflicted me with all your breakers. Selah.

⁸You have put my acquaintances far from me; you have made me an abomination to them; I am shut up and cannot go out.

⁹My eye is faint from affliction; Yahweh, I call out to you every day; I spread out my palms to you.

¹⁰Will you make a wonder for the dead? Or will the shades rise, will they give thanks to you? Selah

¹¹Will your loyal love be recounted in the sepulchre, your steadiness in Abaddon?

¹²Will your wonder be known in the darkness, and your righteousness in the land of oblivion?

¹³But I cried aloud to you, Yahweh, and in the morning my prayer comes to meet you.

¹⁴Why, Yahweh, do you reject my being, hide your face from me?

¹⁵I am poor and breathing my last from my youth; I have borne your dread; I am perplexed.

¹⁶Your anger passed over me; your terrors have destroyed me.

¹⁷They surrounded me like water all the day; they encircled me together.

¹⁸You have removed far from me the one who loves and the friend; my acquaintances are darkness.