^{3 Ref} For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol.

^{4 Ref} I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,

^{5 Ref} Set apart among the dead, Like the slain who lie in the grave, Whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.

^{6 Ref} You have laid me in the lowest pit, In the darkest depths.