You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined and cannot escape. Every day I reach out my hands to you. Do you show wonders to the dead? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness? For this reason, Lord, I cry to you. Afflicted, terrified, and ready to die from my youth on – I suffer your terrors – your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your horrors come around me like water all day long, engulfing me. You have put all my friends into darkness.