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Let my prayer come before you;
    incline your ear to my cry.(A)
[a]For my soul is filled with troubles;(B)
    my life draws near to Sheol.
I am reckoned with those who go down to the pit;
    I am like a warrior without strength.

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Footnotes

  1. 88:4–8 In imagination the psalmist already experiences the alienation of Sheol.