American Standard Version of 1901
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For my soul is full of troubles,And my life draweth nigh unto Sheol.
I am reckoned with them that go down into the pit;I am as a man that hath no help,
Cast {Or, away}off among the dead,Like the slain that lie in the grave,Whom thou rememberest no more,And they are cut off from thy hand.
Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit,In dark places, in the deeps.
Thy wrath lieth hard upon me,And thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. [Selah
Thou hast put mine acquaintance far from me;Thou hast made me an abomination unto them:I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.
Mine eye wasteth away by reason of affliction:I have called daily upon thee, O Jehovah;I have spread forth my hands unto thee.
That thou mayest give him rest from the days of adversity,Until the pit be digged for the wicked.
For great is thy lovingkindness toward me;And thou hast delivered my soul from the lowest Sheol.
He hath put my brethren far from me,And mine acquaintance are wholly estranged from me.
My kinsfolk have failed,And my familiar friends have forgotten me.
All the days wherein the plague is in him he shall be unclean; he is unclean: he shall dwell alone; without the camp shall his dwelling be.
I watch, and am become like a sparrowThat is alone upon the house-top.
All the days wherein the plague is in him he shall be unclean; he is unclean: he shall dwell alone; without the camp shall his dwelling be.
Why is light given to a man whose way is hid,And whom God hath hedged in?