The psalmist cries out to God day and night, pleading for God to hear his prayer. He describes being plunged into the depths of darkness and overwhelmed by God's wrath. His soul is filled with troubles and he feels close to death, numbered among those in the pit without strength. He sees himself like the dead, forgotten and cut off from God's care. In each verse he repeats the refrain "Let my prayer come before you, Lord."
The psalmist cries out to God day and night, pleading for God to hear his prayer. He describes being plunged into the depths of darkness and overwhelmed by God's wrath. His soul is filled with troubles and he feels close to death, numbered among those in the pit without strength. He sees himself like the dead, forgotten and cut off from God's care. In each verse he repeats the refrain "Let my prayer come before you, Lord."
The psalmist cries out to God day and night, pleading for God to hear his prayer. He describes being plunged into the depths of darkness and overwhelmed by God's wrath. His soul is filled with troubles and he feels close to death, numbered among those in the pit without strength. He sees himself like the dead, forgotten and cut off from God's care. In each verse he repeats the refrain "Let my prayer come before you, Lord."
The psalmist cries out to God day and night, pleading for God to hear his prayer. He describes being plunged into the depths of darkness and overwhelmed by God's wrath. His soul is filled with troubles and he feels close to death, numbered among those in the pit without strength. He sees himself like the dead, forgotten and cut off from God's care. In each verse he repeats the refrain "Let my prayer come before you, Lord."
You have plunged me into the bottom of the pit, G D/F Em Em Bm O LORD, my God, by day I cry out; into the dark abyss. CM7- Am- D- D7 C D Em at night I clamor in your presence. Upon me your wrath lies heavy, G D/F Em CM7 /B Am Dsus-D7 Let my prayer come before you; and with all your billows you overwhelm me. CM7- Am- D- D7 incline your ear to my call for help. R. Let my prayer come before you, Lord.
R. Let my prayer come before you, Lord.
For my soul is surfeited with troubles
and my life draws near to the nether world. I am numbered with those who go down into the pit; I am a man without strength.
R. Let my prayer come before you, Lord.
My couch is among the dead,
like the slain who lie in the grave, Whom you remember no longer and who are cut off from your care.