The man begins: I am the man who has seen affliction under the rod of his wrath. God has driven him into darkness rather than light, wasted his flesh and skin, broken his bones and besieged him with bitterness. He made him dwell in dark places like those long dead, weighed down his chains and, even when he cries out, shut out his prayer. God is to him like a bear and a lion lying in wait, and has made him the target for his arrows. He is the laughingstock of all the people, and he says his endurance has perished, and so has his hope from the Lord.
But in verses 19-24 the poet remembers his affliction and also what gives him hope: by the Lord's mercies we are not consumed, because his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is his faithfulness. The Lord is his portion, so he waits for him. A reflection on waiting follows: it is good to wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord and to put one's mouth in the dust, perhaps there is hope. The Lord does not cast off forever; though he causes grief, he has compassion according to the abundance of his steadfast love, for he does not willingly afflict.
Then he calls us to examine our ways and return to the Lord, lifting hearts and hands to God in heaven. He admits rebellion, and describes how the enemies opened their mouths against them and how his eyes flow with streams of tears until the Lord looks down from heaven.
The poet tells how his enemies hunted him like a bird and cast him alive into a pit. He called on the name of the Lord from the depths of the pit, and the Lord heard his voice, drew near and said do not fear. God took up his cause and redeemed his life. The chapter ends asking the Lord to repay his enemies according to the work of their hands.