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Domine Deus

1  O Lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night
  before you; *
O let my prayer enter into your presence; incline your ear 
to my call.
2  For my soul is full of trouble, *
and my life draws nigh to the Grave.
3  I am counted as one of those who go down into the pit, *
and I have become as one who has no strength.
4  I have become like the dead, and like the slain who lie
  in the grave, *
whom you remember no more, and who are cut off 
from your hand.
5  You have laid me in the lowest pit, *
in a place of darkness, and in the deep.
6  Your indignation lies heavy upon me, *
and you have overwhelmed me with all your storms.
7  You have put my friends far from me, *
and made me to be abhorred by them.
8  I am in prison; *
I cannot go forth.
9  My sight fails because of trouble; *
Lord, I have called daily upon you; I have stretched forth
my hands unto you.

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10  Do you show wonders among the dead, *
or shall the dead rise up again and praise you?
11  Shall your loving-kindness be shown in the grave, *
or your faithfulness in destruction?
12  Shall your wondrous works be known in the dark, *
and your righteousness in the land where all things 
are forgotten?
13  Unto you have I cried, O Lord, *
and early shall my prayer come before you.
14  Lord, why do you cast off my soul *
    and hide your face from me? 
15  I am in misery, like one who is at the point of death; *
even from my youth, your terrors have I suffered 
with a troubled mind.
16  Your wrathful displeasure goes over me, *
and the fear of you has undone me.
17  Daily they come round about me like water, *
and encompass me on every side.
18  My companions and neighbors you have put away from me, *
and hidden my friends out of my sight.