4 Free among the dead, like unto them that are wounded, and lie in the grave: who are out of remembrance, and are cut away from thy hand.
5 Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit: in a place of darkness, and in the deep.
6 Thine indignation lieth hard upon me: and thou hast vexed me with all thy storms.
7 Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me: and made me to be abhorred of them.
8 I am so fast in prison: that I cannot get forth.
9 My sight faileth for very trouble: Lord, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched forth my hands unto thee.
10 Dost thou shew wonders among the dead: or shall the dead rise up again, and praise thee?
11 Shall thy loving-kindness be shewed in the grave: or thy faithfulness in destruction?
12 Shall thy wondrous works be known in the dark: and thy righteousness in the land where all things are forgotten?
13 Unto thee have I cried, O Lord: and early shall my prayer come before thee.