4. For my soul is filled with troubles;my life draws near to Sheol.
5. I am reckoned with those who go down to the pit;I am like a warrior without strength.
6. My couch is among the dead,like the slain who lie in the grave.You remember them no more;they are cut off from your influence.
7. You plunge me into the bottom of the pit,into the darkness of the abyss.
8. Your wrath lies heavy upon me;all your waves crash over me.Selah
9. Because of you my acquaintances shun me;you make me loathsome to them;Caged in, I cannot escape;
10. my eyes grow dim from trouble.All day I call on you, Lord;I stretch out my hands to you.