2 Let my prayer come before thee: incline thy ear to my cry;
3 For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh to the grave.
4 I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man [that hath] no strength:
5 Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand.
6 Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.