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O, my God, my Savior, * by day and night I cry to you.

Let my prayer enter into your presence; * incline your ear to my lamentation.

For I am full of trouble; * my life is at the brink of the grave.

I am counted among those who go down to the Pit; * I have become like one who has no strength;

Lost among the dead, * like the slain who lie in the grave,

Whom you remember no more, * for they are cut off from your hand.

You have laid me in the depths of the Pit, * in dark places, and in the abyss.

Your anger weighs upon me heavily, * and all your great waves overwhelm me.

You have put my friends far from me; you have made me to be abhorred by them; * I am in prison and cannot get free.

My sight has failed me because of trouble; * , I have called upon you daily; I have stretched out my hands to you.

Do you work wonders for the dead? * will those who have died stand up and give you thanks?

Will your loving&#8209;kindness be declared in the grave? * your faithfulness in the land of destruction?