| 1 | Yahweh, the God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before you. |
| 2 | Let my prayer enter into your presence. Turn your ear to my cry. |
| 3 | For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol. |
| 4 | I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help, |
| 5 | Set apart among the dead, Like the slain who lie in the grave, Whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand. |
| 6 | You have laid me in the lowest pit, In the darkest depths. |
| 7 | Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah. |
| 8 | You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can't escape. |
| 9 | My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you. |
| 10 | Do you show wonders to the dead? Do the dead rise up and praise you? Selah. |
| 11 | Is your lovingkindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction? |
| 12 | Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness? |
| 13 | But to you, Yahweh, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you. |
| 14 | Yahweh, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me? |
| 15 | I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted. |
| 16 | Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off. |
| 17 | They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me. |
| 18 | You have put lover and friend far from me, And my friends into darkness. Psalm 89 A contemplation by Ethan, the Ezrahite. |