Psalms 88

¹O LORD, God of my salvation! To thee do I cry by day, And by night is my prayer before thee!

²Let my supplication come before thee; Incline thine ear to my cry!

³For my soul is full of misery, And my life draweth near to the underworld.

⁴I am counted with those who are going down to the pit; I am like one who hath no strength.

⁵I am left to myself among the dead, Like the slain who lie in the grave, Whom thou no more rememberest, And who are cut off from thy [protecting] hand.

⁶Thou hast placed me in a deep pit, In a dark and deep abyss.

⁷Thy wrath presseth hard upon me, And thou afflictest me with all thy waves! [Pause.]

⁸Thou hast put mine acquaintances far from me, Yea, thou hast made me their abhorrence: I am shut up, and cannot go forth.

⁹Mine eyes languish by reason of my affliction. I call upon thee daily, O LORD! To thee do I stretch out my hands!

¹⁰Canst thou show wonders to the dead? Shall the dead arise, and praise thee? [Pause.]

¹¹Shall thy goodness be declared in the grave, Or thy faithfulness in the place of corruption?

¹²Shall thy wonders be known in the dark, And thy justice in the land of forgetfulness?

¹³To thee do I cry, O LORD! In the morning doth my cry come before thee.

¹⁴Why, O LORD! dost thou cast me off? Why hidest thou thy face from me?

¹⁵I have been afflicted and languishing from my youth; I suffer thy terrors, and am distracted.

¹⁶Thy fierce wrath overwhelmeth me; Thy terrors utterly destroy me.

¹⁷They surround me daily like water; They compass me about together.

¹⁸Lover and friend hast thou put far from me; My acquaintances are withdrawn from my sight.

Psalms 88

¹O Lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee:

²Let my prayer come before thee: incline thine ear unto my cry;

³For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.

⁴I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength:

⁵Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand.

⁶Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.

⁷Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah.

⁸Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me; thou hast made me an abomination unto them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.

⁹Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: Lord, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.

¹⁰Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? shall the dead arise and praise thee? Selah.

¹¹Shall thy lovingkindness be declared in the grave? or thy faithfulness in destruction?

¹²Shall thy wonders be known in the dark? and thy righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?

¹³But unto thee have I cried, O Lord; and in the morning shall my prayer prevent thee.

¹⁴Lord, why castest thou off my soul? why hidest thou thy face from me?

¹⁵I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.

¹⁶Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off.

¹⁷They came round about me daily like water; they compassed me about together.

¹⁸Lover and friend hast thou put far from me, and mine acquaintance into darkness.