To you, Lord, I call;
    my Rock, do not be deaf to me,^(A)
Do not be silent toward me,
    so that I join those who go down to the pit.^(B)

⁴ Lord, you brought my soul up from Sheol;
    you let me live, from going down to the pit.^[a](A)

³ Draws me up from the pit of destruction,
    out of the muddy clay,^(A)
Sets my feet upon rock,
    steadies my steps,

¹³ Your mercy to me is great;
    you have rescued me from the depths of Sheol.^(A)

⁷ Hasten to answer me, Lord;
    for my spirit fails me.
Do not hide your face from me,
    lest I become like those descending to the pit.^(A)

¹ My spirit is broken, my days finished,
    my burial at hand.

⁷ I went down to the roots of the mountains;
    to the land whose bars closed behind me forever,
But you brought my life up from the pit,
    O Lord, my God.^(A)