Psalms 88:13-17

But I, Lord, have cried out to You for help, And in the morning my prayer comes before You.

Lord, why do You reject my soul? Why do You hide Your face from me?

I was miserable and about to die from my youth on; I suffer Your terrors; I grow weary.

Your burning anger has passed over me; Your terrors have destroyed me.

They have surrounded me like water all day long; They have encircled me altogether.