7. Thy wrath lies hard on me, thou hastme press'd with all thy waves.
8. Thou hast put far from me my friends,thou mad'st them to abhor me;And I am so shut up, that Ifind no evasion for me.
9. By reason of afflictionmine eye mourns dolefully:To thee, Lord, do I call,and stretch my hands continually.
10. Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead?shall they rise, and thee bless?
11. Shall in the grave thy love be told?in death thy faithfulness?
12. Shall thy great wonders in the dark,or shall thy righteousnessBe known to any in the landof deep forgetfulness?
13. But, Lord, to thee I cry'd; my pray'rat morn prevent shall thee.