O lord, the God of my deliverance; day
Let enter Lean your ear to my supplication!
For is filled and my life Hades
I was counted with the ones going down into I became as man
among as ones slain sleeping in whom you do not remember any longer; and they from out of
They put me in pit in dark places, and in of death.
You distanced the ones You made me an abomination to them. I have been delivered up, and have not gone forth.
My eyes are weakened from poorness. I cried out to you, O lord, day. I opened and spread out to you my hands.
Shall for the or shall physicians rise up and make acknowledgment to you?
Shall describe your mercy and your truth in the destruction?
Shall be made known and your righteousness in a land being forgotten?
But I to and in the morning my prayer shall be with you beforehand.
Why, O lord, do you thrust away my soul, your face from me?
poor and in troubles from my youth. But being raised up high I was humbled and left destitute.
Upon me went your frightful things disturbed me.
They encircle me as water; day they compassed me together.
You put far from me friend and near one, and the ones knowing me, because of misery.