1 Lord God of my salvation,
Before thee day and night cry'd I;
2 O let my prayer before thee come,
Incline thine ear unto my cry.
3 Because my soul is troubled so,
And to the grave my life draws nigh.
4 Counted with them to th' pit that go,
As one that hath no strength am I.
5 As free among those that be dead,
Like to the slain in grave up shut;
By thee no more remembered,
And by thy hand that off are cut.
6 Thou hast me laid i'th' pit most low,
In darknesses within deep caves
7 Hard on me lies thy wrath, also
Thou me afflict'st with all my waves.
8 Men that of mine acquaintance be
Away from me thou far hast put;
To them thou louthsome makest me,
From coming forth I am up shut.
9 Because of mine affliction,
Mine eye with mourning pines away
Jehovah I thee call upon;
And to thee stretch my hands all day.
10 Shew wonders to the dead wilt thou?
Shall dead men rise and thee confess? Selah.
11 I'th' grave wilt thou thy kindness show,
In lost estate thy faithfulness?
12 Thy works that wonderful have been
What shall in darkness they be known?
And shall thy righteousness be seen
In that land of oblivion.
13 But unto thee, Lord, have I cry'd,
At morn my prayer preventeth thee.
14 Why casts thou Lord my soul aside
Why dost thou hide thy face from me?
15 I'm poor afflicted, and to die
Am ready from my youthful years:
Distraught with troubles sore am I,
While I do bear thy horrid fears.
16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth go,
Thy terrors they do me dismay
17 As waters compass me they do,
Together they surround all day.
18 Friend and companion thou hast far
Removed off away from me;
To those that mine acquaintance are
I am in dark obscurity.