¹ I pray to you, O Lord, my rock.
    Do not turn a deaf ear to me.
For if you are silent,
    I might as well give up and die.

⁷ Come quickly, Lord, and answer me,
    for my depression deepens.
Don’t turn away from me,
    or I will die.

² The Lord is my rock, my fortress, and my savior;
    my God is my rock, in whom I find protection.
He is my shield, the power that saves me,
    and my place of safety.

¹² Let’s swallow them alive, like the grave^[a];
    let’s swallow them whole, like those who go down to the pit of death.

⁴ I am as good as dead,
    like a strong man with no strength left.
⁵ They have left me among the dead,
    and I lie like a corpse in a grave.
I am forgotten,
    cut off from your care.
⁶ You have thrown me into the lowest pit,
    into the darkest depths.

¹ O God, do not be silent!
    Do not be deaf.
    Do not be quiet, O God.

⁴ Trust in the Lord always,
    for the Lord God is the eternal Rock.

²⁸ God rescued me from the grave,
    and now my life is filled with light.’

¹⁸ For the dead^[a] cannot praise you;
    they cannot raise their voices in praise.
Those who go down to the grave
    can no longer hope in your faithfulness.