I can always tell God exactly how I feel
For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol. I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help. You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths. LORD, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me? You have put lover and friend far from me, and my friends into darkness.
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