The psalm begins with an invocation that is the only ray of light: O Lord, God of my salvation, I cry out day and night before you. Let my prayer come before you; incline your ear to my cry. From there on, everything is shadow. Verses 3 to 5 describe his state: his soul is full of troubles and his life draws near to Sheol. He is counted among those who go down to the pit, like a man who has no strength, set loose among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom God remembers no more, and who are cut off from his hand.
Verses 6 to 9 attribute his pain to God. You have put him in the depths of the pit, in the regions dark and deep. God's wrath lies heavy on him, and he is overwhelmed with all his waves. God has caused his companions to shun him and made him a horror to them; he is shut in so that he cannot escape. His eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day he calls upon God and spreads out his hands.
Verses 10 to 12 raise questions: do you work wonders for the dead? Do the departed rise up to praise you? Is your steadfast love declared in the grave, your faithfulness in Abaddon? Are your wonders known in the darkness?
Verses 13 to 18 return to prayer. But I, O Lord, cry to you; in the morning my prayer comes before you. O Lord, why do you cast my soul away? Why do you hide your face from me? Afflicted and close to death from my youth, I suffer your terrors; I am helpless. Your wrath has swept over me; your dreadful assaults destroy me. They surround me like a flood all day long; they close in on me together. You have caused my beloved and my friend to shun me; my companions have become darkness.