Rotherham(i)
3 For my soul, is sated with misfortunes, And, my life––unto Hades, hath drawn near;
4 I am counted with them who descend into the pit, I have become as a man that is without help;
5 Among the dead, is my couch,––Like the slain that lie in the grave, Where thou rememberest them no more, Yea, they, from thy hand, are cut off;
6 Thou hast laid me, In the lowest pit, In dark places, In the deeps:
7 Upon me, hath rested thine indignation, And, with all thy breakers, hast thou caused affliction. [Selah.]
8 Thou hast far removed mine acquaintances from me,––Thou hast made me an abomination unto them, Shut up, and I cannot go forth!