6 You place me in the lowest regions of the Pit, in the dark places, in the watery depths. 7 Your anger bears down on me, and you overwhelm me with all your waves. (Selah) 8 You cause those who know me to keep their distance; you make me an appalling sight to them. I am trapped and cannot get free. 9 My eyes grow weak because of oppression. I call out to you, O Lord, all day long; I spread out my hands in prayer to you. 10 Do you accomplish amazing things for the dead? Do the departed spirits rise up and give you thanks? (Selah)

11 Thus his anger burns against me, and he considers me among his enemies. 12 His troops advance together; they throw up a siege ramp against me, and they camp around my tent. 13 “He has put my relatives far from me; my acquaintances only turn away from me. 14 My kinsmen have failed me; my friends have forgotten me. 15 My guests and my servant girls consider me a stranger; I am a foreigner in their eyes.