Psalms 28:1

Hear me speedily, O Lord: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.

The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.

Let us swallow them up alive as the grave; and whole, as those that go down into the pit:

Keep not thou silence, O God: hold not thy peace, and be not still, O God.

I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength: Free 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 darkness, in the deeps.

And cast him into the bottomless pit, and shut him up, and set a seal upon him, that he should deceive the nations no more, till the thousand years should be fulfilled: and after that he must be loosed a little season.

Trust ye in the Lord for ever: for in the Lord Jehovah is everlasting strength:

He will deliver his soul from going into the pit, and his life shall see the light.

For the grave cannot praise thee, death can not celebrate thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.

O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.

What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

This thou hast seen, O Lord: keep not silence: O Lord, be not far from me.

I cried unto the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. Selah.

Hearken unto the voice of my cry, my King, and my God: for unto thee will I pray.

Let not the waterflood overflow me, neither let the deep swallow me up, and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.

I cried unto God with my voice, even unto God with my voice; and he gave ear unto me.

I cried unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication.

Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.

I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?