1Yo, Lord God of my salvation, I've been crying day and night, no cap.

2Let my prayers slide into your DMs; lend me your ear for my cries, fr.

3My soul's drowning in troubles, and I'm feeling like I'm about to ghost.

4I'm vibing with the crew that’s down in the pit; I'm like a dude with no rizz.

5Just chilling with the dead, like the homies who’ve been forgotten; they’re cut off from your squad.

6You’ve thrown me in the lowest pit, in the dark depths, just vibing down here.

7Your wrath is hitting me hard, like waves crashing; I’m feeling all the feels. Selah.

8You’ve pushed my friends away; I'm like a total outcast; I’m stuck and can’t bounce back.

9My eyes are crying from all this pain; Lord, I've been hitting you up daily, stretching my hands your way.

10Are you gonna show off wonders to the dead? Can the dead rise up and give you props? Selah.

11Can your loving vibes be known in the grave? Or your faithfulness in destruction?

12Can your wonders shine in the dark? And your righteousness in the land of forgotten?

13But I’m calling out to you, Lord; in the morning, my prayers are gonna be waiting for you.

14Lord, why you ghosting my soul? Why you hiding your face from me?

15I’m struggling and ready to dip from my youth; your terrors got me all distracted.

16Your fierce wrath is washing over me; your terrors have cut me off, for real.

17They’re surrounding me daily like water; it’s like they’re all coming at me together.

18You’ve pushed away my lover and friend, and my acquaintances are lost in darkness.

1O Lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee:

2Let my prayer come before thee: incline thine ear unto my cry;

3For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.

4I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength:

5Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand.

6Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.

7Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah.

8Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me; thou hast made me an abomination unto them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.

9Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: Lord, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.

10Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? shall the dead arise and praise thee? Selah.

11Shall thy lovingkindness be declared in the grave? or thy faithfulness in destruction?

12Shall thy wonders be known in the dark? and thy righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?

13But unto thee have I cried, O Lord; and in the morning shall my prayer prevent thee.

14Lord, why castest thou off my soul? why hidest thou thy face from me?

15I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.

16Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off.

17They came round about me daily like water; they compassed me about together.

18Lover and friend hast thou put far from me, and mine acquaintance into darkness.