O Lord, God of my salvation;
I cry out day and night before you.
Let my prayer come before you;
incline your ear to my cry!
For my soul is full of troubles,
and my life draws near to Sheol.
I am counted among those who go
down to the pit;
I am a man who has no strength,
like one set loose among the dead,
like the slain that lie in the grave,
like those whom you remember no
more,
for they are cut off from your hand.
You have put me in the depths of the
pit,
in the regions dark and deep.
Your wrath lies heavy upon me,
and you overwhelm me with all
your waves.
You have caused my companions to
shun me;
you have made me a horror to them,
I am shut in so that I cannot escape;
my eye grows dim through sorrow.
Every day I call upon you, O Lord;
I spread out my hand to you.
Do you work wonders for the dead?
Do the departed rise up to praise
you?
Is your steadfast love declared in the
grave,
or your faithfulness in Abaddon?
Are your wonders known in the
darkness,
or your righteousness in the land of
forgetfulness?
But I, O Lord, cry to you;
in the morning my prayer comes
before you.
O Lord, why do you cast my soul
away?
Why do you hide your face from me?
Afflicted and close to death from my
youth up,
I suffer your terrors; I am helpless.
Your wrath has swept over me;
your dreadful assaults destroy me.
They surround me like a flood all day
long;
they close in on me together.
You have caused my beloved and my
friend to shun me;
my companions have become
darkness.
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Don't much get down to the avenue
I could drive, but it takes so much to get there
Dont get off on all the broken glass,
the Cadillac scene,
Well, I've seen a lot of good things die and
I'm in an over emotional way
So please hand me the bottle,
I think I'm lonely now
And please give me direction,
I think the hurt set in
And I don't feel nothing
