[A Song. A Psalm of the Sons of Korah. To the choirmaster: according to Mahalath Leannoth. A Maskil of Heman the Ezrahite.]
Thou hast caused my companions to shun me;
thou hast made me a thing of horror to them.
I am shut in so that I cannot escape;
my eye grows dim through sorrow.
Every day I call upon thee, O LORD;
I spread out my hands to thee.
Dost thou work wonders for the dead?
Do the shades rise up to praise thee? [Selah]
Is thy steadfast love declared in the grave,
or thy faithfulness in Abaddon?
Are thy wonders known in the darkness,
or thy saving help in the land of forgetfulness?
But I, O LORD, cry to thee;
in the morning my prayer comes before thee.
O LORD, why dost thou cast me off?
Why dost thou hide thy face from me?
Afflicted and close to death
from my youth up, I suffer thy terrors;
I am helpless.
Thy wrath has swept over me;
thy dread assaults destroy me.
They surround me like a flood all day long;
they close in upon me together.
Thou hast caused lover and friend to shun me;
my companions are in darkness.
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