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Salvation is the Lord’s; [may] your blessing [be] upon your people. (Ps. 3:8) Lord God of my salvation, by day and at night I have cried out before you. Let my prayer enter before you, Lord; let your ear incline to my supplication. For my soul was filled with evils, and my life drew near to the underworld (*džoxkʿ* [Hades/Sheol]); and I was counted among those who go down into the pit. I became like a man without help, and free among the dead, Like the slain who sleep in the tomb, Whom you remembered no more; they were cast off from your hand. They placed me in the lowest pit, in darkness and in the shadows of death. Your wrath rested heavily upon me; you brought all your waves upon me. You removed my acquaintances far from me; they made me an abomination to themselves. I was delivered up and I could not go forth; my eyes grew weak from misery. I cried out to the Lord daily, and I stretched forth my hands to you. Will you work your wonders for the dead, or shall physicians arise and give praise to you?