87:3. Let my prayer come in before thee: incline thy ear to my petition.
87:4. For my soul is filled with evils: and my life hath drawn nigh to hell.
87:5. I am counted among them that go down to the pit: I am become as a man without help,
87:6. Free among the dead. Like the slain sleeping in the sepulchres, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand.
87:7. They have laid me in the lower pit: in the dark places, and in the shadow of death.
87:8. Thy wrath is strong over me: and all thy waves thou hast brought in upon me.
87:9. Thou hast put away my acquaintance far from me: they have set me an abomination to themselves. I was delivered up, and came not forth:
87:10. My eyes languished through poverty. All the day I cried to thee, O Lord: I stretched out my hands to thee.
87:11. Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? or shall physicians raise to life, and give praise to thee?
87:12. Shall any one in the sepulchre declare thy mercy: and thy truth in destruction?