Psalms 143:3-7

³For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.

⁴And my spirit in me is become feeble, Within me is my heart become desolate.

⁵I have remembered days of old, I have meditated on all Thine acts, On the work of Thy hand I muse.

⁶I have spread forth my hands unto Thee, My soul is as a weary land for Thee. Selah.

⁷Haste, answer me, O Jehovah, My spirit hath been consumed, Hide not Thou Thy face from me, Or I have been compared with those going down to the pit.