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.
14 Lord, why abhorrest thou my soul: and hidest thou thy face
from me?
15 I am in misery, and like unto him that is at the point to die:
even from my youth up thy terrors have I suffered with a troubled
mind.
16 Thy wrathful displeasure goeth over me: and the fear of thee
hath undone me.
17 They came round about me daily like water: and compassed me
together on every side.
18 My lovers and friends hast thou put away from me: and hid
mine acquaintance out of my sight.