Psalms 88
88
PSALM 88
Common Meter: 8,6,8,6
A Song or Psalm for the sons of Korah, to the chief Musician upon Mahalath Leannoth, Maschil of Heman the Ezrahite.
1Lord God, my Saviour, day and night
before thee cry'd have I.
2Before thee let my prayer come;
give ear unto my cry.
3For troubles great do fill my soul;
my life draws nigh the grave.
4I'm counted with those that go down to pit,
and no strength have.
5Ev'n free among the dead, like them
that slain in grave do lie;
Cut off from thy hand, whom no more
thou hast in memory.
6Thou hast me laid in lowest pit,
in deeps and darksome caves.
7Thy wrath lies hard on me, thou hast
me press'd with all thy waves.
8Thou hast put far from me my friends,
thou mad'st them to abhor me;
And I am so shut up, that I
find no evasion for me.
9By reason of affliction
mine eye mourns dolefully:
To thee, Lord, do I call,
and stretch my hands continually.
10Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead?
shall they rise, and thee bless?
11Shall in the grave thy love be told?
in death thy faithfulness?
12Shall thy great wonders in the dark,
or shall thy righteousness
Be known to any in the land
of deep forgetfulness?
13But, Lord, to thee I cry'd; my pray'r
at morn prevent shall thee.
14Why, Lord, dost thou cast off my soul,
and hid'st thy face from me?
15Distress'd am I, and from my youth
I ready am to die;
Thy terrors I have borne, and am
distracted fearfully.
16The dreadful fierceness of thy wrath
quite over me doth go:
Thy terrors great have cut me off,
they did pursue me so.
17For round about me ev'ry day,
like water, they did roll;
And, gathering together, they
have compassed my soul.
18My friends thou hast put far from me,
and him that did me love;
And those that mine acquaintance were
to darkness didst remove.
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Psalms 88
88
A song. A psalm of the descendants of Korah. For the music director. To the tune “Mahalath Leannoth.” A maskil by Heman the Ezrahite
1Lord, God of my salvation, I cry out to you day and night.
2Please listen to my prayer; hear my words as I plead with you.
3My life is full of troubles, and my death is approaching.#88:3. Literally, “my life reaches out to Sheol.”
4I'm counted among the dying; a man with no strength.
5I am abandoned among the dead, lying like a corpse in the grave, forgotten and beyond your care.
6You have placed me in a deep pit, in the depths of darkness.
7Your hostility crushes me; you are drowning me under your crashing waves. Selah.
8You have made my friends avoid me by making me look repulsive to them. I'm trapped, I can't go out.#88:8. Perhaps because he is regarded as unclean.
9I've cried my eyes out begging you every day for your help, Lord, holding out my hands to you.
10Do you do miracles among the dead? Do the dead stand up to praise you? Selah.
11Your faithful love—is it mentioned in the grave? Your trustworthiness—is it discussed in the place of destruction?#88:11. “Place of destruction”: literally, “Abaddon.”
12Are the wonderful things you do known in the darkness? Is your goodness known in the land of forgetfulness?
13But I cry out to you for help; every morning I pray to you.
14Lord, why do you reject me? Why do you turn away from me?
15I have been sick since I was young, often at death's door. I have had to bear the terrible things you've done to me. I'm in despair!
16Your anger has overcome me; the terrible things you do have destroyed me.
17They surround me all the time like floodwaters, swallowing me up.
18You have made my family and friends avoid me. Darkness is my only friend.
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