Psalms 88
1 A song. A psalm of the sons of Korah. For the choirmaster, according to Mahalath Leannoth. A Maskil of Heman the Ezrahite.
2 LORD, God of my salvation, I have cried out to you by day; at night I stand before you.
3 May my prayer come before you; turn your ear to my cry.
4 For my soul is filled with troubles, and my life has drawn near to Sheol.
5 I am counted among those who go down to the pit; I have become like a man without strength.
6 I am set free among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more, and who are cut off from your hand.
7 You have put me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the depths.
8 Your fury weighs heavily on me; you have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.
9 You have taken my companions far from me; you have made me repulsive to them. I am shut in and cannot get out.
10 My eyes grow dim from affliction. I call to you every day, LORD; I stretch out my hands to you.
11 Will you work wonders for the dead? Will the shades rise to thank you? Selah.
12 Is your steadfast love declared in the grave, your faithfulness in Abaddon?
13 Are your wonders known in the darkness, your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
14 But I cry to you for help, LORD; in the morning my prayer comes to meet you.
15 Why, LORD, do you reject my soul and hide your face from me?
16 I have been afflicted and near death since my youth; I have borne your terrors and been overcome.
17 Your burning anger has passed over me; your terrors have destroyed me.
18 They surround me like water all day long; they close in on me all at once.
19 You have taken from me friend and companion; my acquaintances are darkness.
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