My soul is full of trouble and my life draws near the grave.
I am counted among those - who go down
To the pit; I am a man without strength.
I am set apart with the dead,
Like the slain who lie in their grave,
Whom you remember no more, who are cut off from your care.
You have put me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.
Your wrath lies heavily upon me;
You have overwhelmed me with your waves.
Out from the depth
- Out from the depth -
I cry to you
Out from the depth I cry
You have put away my acquaintance
Made me an abomination unto them
I am shut up and cannot escape.
My eyes are dim with grief.
I call to you, O LORD,
Each and every day; I spread my hands out to you.
Do you show your wonders to the
Dead? Do those who are dead praise you?
Is your love declared in the grave, your faithfulness in Destruction?
Are your wonders known in the place of darkness,
Or your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion?
Out from the depth
- Out from the depth -
I cry to you
Out from the depth I cry
From my youth I have been afflicted to
Death; I have suffered your terrors in despair.
Your terrors surrounded me like a
Flood; they have completely engulfed me.
What I have vowed I will pay
I bring your life up from the pit