Song. A Psalm for the sons of Korah. To the
Chief Musician."On Mahalath, to make humble."
A Poem of Heman the Ezrahite.

1O LORD God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before You.

2Let my prayer come before You; bow down Your ear to my cry,

3For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near the grave.

4I am counted with those who go down to the pit; I am like a feeble man with no strength;

5Set apart among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom You remember no more; and they are cut off from Your hand.

6You have laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.

7Your wrath lies hard upon me, and You have afflicted me with all Your waves. Selah.

8You have put my acquaintance far away from me; You have made me an abomination to them. I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.

9My eyes mourn because of affliction; O LORD, daily I have called upon You; I have stretched out my hands to You.

10Will You show wonders to the dead? Shall the dead rise and praise You? Selah.

11Shall Your lovingkindness be declared in the grave? Or Your faithfulness in destruction?

12Shall Your wonders be known in the dark, and Your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?

13But to You I have cried, O LORD; and in the morning my prayer shall come before You.

14O LORD, why do You cast off my soul? Why do You hide Your face from me?

15From my youth I have been afflicted and close to death; I have suffered Your terrors and am in despair.

16Your fierce wrath goes over me; Your terrors have cut me off.

17They surrounded me like waters all the day long; they have come together all around me.

18You have taken lover and friend far from me, and my acquaintances into darkness.