Lord, my God, I call out by day; at night I cry aloud in your presence.
Let my prayer come before you; incline your ear to my cry.
For my soul is filled with troubles; my life draws near to Sheol.
I am reckoned with those who go down to the pit; I am weak without strength.
My couch is among the dead, with the slain who lie in the grave.
You remember them no more; they are cut off from your care.
You plunged me into the bottom of the pit, into the darkness of the abyss.