BSB(i)
13 But to You, O LORD, I cry for help; in the morning my prayer comes before You.
14 Why, O LORD, do You reject me? Why do You hide Your face from me?
15 From my youth I was afflicted and near death. I have borne Your terrors; I am in despair.
16 Your wrath has swept over me; Your terrors have destroyed me.
17 All day long they engulf me like water; they enclose me on every side.
18 You have removed my beloved and my friend; darkness is my closest companion.