NAB

A song; a psalm of the Korahites. For the leader; according to Mahalath. For singing; a maskil of Heman the Ezrahite.

LORD, the God of my salvation, 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 like a warrior without strength.

My couch is among the dead,
like the slain who lie in the grave.
You remember them no more;
they are cut off from your influence.

You plunge me into the bottom of the pit,
into the darkness of the abyss.

Your wrath lies heavy upon me;
all your waves crash over me.
Selah

Because of you my acquaintances shun me;
you make me loathsome to them;
Caged in, I cannot escape;

my eyes grow dim from trouble.
All day I call on you, LORD;
I stretch out my hands to you.

Do you work wonders for the dead?
Do the shades arise and praise you?
Selah

Is your mercy proclaimed in the grave,
your faithfulness among those who have perished?

Are your marvels declared in the darkness,
your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion?

But I cry out to you, LORD;
in the morning my prayer comes before you.

Why do you reject my soul, LORD,
and hide your face from me?

I have been mortally afflicted since youth;
I have borne your terrors and I am made numb.

Your wrath has swept over me;
your terrors have destroyed me.

All day they surge round like a flood;
from every side they encircle me.

Because of you friend and neighbor shun me;
my only friend is darkness.