¹ <Of David.> My cry goes up to you, O Lord, my Rock; do not keep back your answer from me, so that I may not become like those who go down into the underworld.

¹ <A Song. A Psalm. Of Asaph.> O God, do not keep quiet: let your lips be open and take no rest, O God.

² The Lord is my Rock, my walled town, and my saviour; my God, my Rock, in him will I put my faith; my breastplate, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.

⁷ Be quick in answering me, O Lord, for the strength of my spirit is gone: let me see your face, so that I may not be like those who go down into the underworld.

¹² Let us overcome them living, like the underworld, and in their strength, as those who go down to death;

⁴ I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:

⁵ My soul is among the dead, like those in the underworld, to whom you give no more thought; for they are cut off from your care.

⁶ You have put me in the lowest deep, even in dark places.

²² You have seen this, O Lord; be not unmoved: O Lord, be not far from me.

³ And put him into the great deep, and it was shut and locked over him, so that he might put the nations in error no longer, till the thousand years were ended: after this he will be let loose for a little time.

¹⁸ For the underworld is not able to give you praise, death gives you no honour: for those who go down into the underworld there is no hope in your mercy.

⁴ Let your hope be in the Lord for ever: for the Lord Jah is an unchanging Rock.

¹ <Maschil. Of David. A prayer when he was in the hole of the rock.> The sound of my cry went up to the Lord; with my voice I made my prayer for grace to the Lord.

¹ <To the chief music-maker. After Jeduthun. Of Asaph. A Psalm.> I was crying to God with my voice; even to God with my voice, and he gave ear to me.

¹⁵ Let me not be covered by the flowing waters; let not the deep waters go over my head, and let me not be shut up in the underworld.

⁹ I will say to God my Rock, Why have you let me go from your memory? why do I go in sorrow because of the attacks of my haters?

¹² Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.

⁹ What profit is there in my blood if I go down into the underworld? will the dust give you praise, or be a witness to your help?

² O my God, I make my cry in the day, and you give no answer; and in the night, and have no rest.

² Let the voice of my cry come to you, my King and my God; for to you will I make my prayer.

⁴ I send up a cry to the Lord with my voice, and he gives me an answer from his holy hill. (Selah.)

²⁸ He kept my soul from the underworld, and my life sees the light in full measure.