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¹ [Song Psalm Of the sons of Korah In sickness In suffering Poem For Heman the native-born] Yahweh, God of my salvation, when I cry out to you in the night,

² may my prayer reach your presence, hear my cry for help.

³ For I am filled with misery, my life is on the brink of Sheol;

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⁴ already numbered among those who sink into oblivion, I am as one bereft of strength,

⁵ left alone among the dead, like the slaughtered lying in the grave, whom you remember no more, cut off as they are from your protection.

⁶ You have plunged me to the bottom of the grave, in the darkness, in the depths;

⁷ weighted down by your anger, kept low by your waves.

⁸ You have deprived me of my friends, made me repulsive to them, imprisoned, with no escape;

⁹ my eyes are worn out with suffering. I call to you, Yahweh, all day, I stretch out my hands to you.

¹⁰ Do you work wonders for the dead, can shadows rise up to praise you?

¹¹ Do they speak in the grave of your faithful love, of your constancy in the place of perdition?

¹² Are your wonders known in the darkness, your saving justice in the land of oblivion?

¹³ But, for my part, I cry to you, Yahweh, every morning my prayer comes before you;

¹⁴ why, Yahweh, do you rebuff me, turn your face away from me?

¹⁵ Wretched and close to death since childhood, I have borne your terrors -- I am finished!

¹⁶ Your anger has overwhelmed me, your terrors annihilated me.

¹⁷ They flood around me all day long, close in on me all at once.

¹⁸ You have deprived me of friends and companions, and all that I know is the dark.