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

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.

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.

⁴ For he was feeble in that he was put to death on the cross, but he is living by the power of God. And we are feeble in him, but we will be living with him through the power of God in relation to you.

⁹ Yes, we ourselves have had the answer of death in ourselves, so that our hope might not be in ourselves, but in God who is able to give life to the dead:

⁶ For when we were still without strength, at the right time Christ gave his life for evil-doers.

⁶ The waters were circling round me, even to the neck; the deep was about me; the sea-grass was twisted round my head.

²⁰ Then I will make you go down with those who go down into the underworld, to the people of the past, causing your living-place to be in the deepest parts of the earth, in places long unpeopled, with those who go down into the deep, so that there will be no one living in you; and you will have no glory in the land of the living.

¹⁷ See, in place of peace my soul had bitter sorrow. but you have kept back my soul from the underworld; for you have put all my sins out of your memory.

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.

²² For I am poor and in need, and my heart is wounded in me.

²³ I am gone like the shade when it is stretched out: I am forced out of my place like a locust.

²⁴ My knees are feeble for need of food; there is no fat on my bones.

¹² I have gone from men's minds and memory like a dead man; I am like a broken vessel.

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?

¹ My spirit is broken, my days are ended, the last resting-place is ready for me.