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 Sad Complaint
A song of the sons of Korah. For the director of music. By the mahalath leannoth. A maskil of Heman the Ezrahite.
1Lord, you are the God who saves me.
I cry out to you day and night.
2Accept my prayer.
Listen to my cry.
3My life is full of troubles.
I am nearly dead.
4They think I am on the way to my grave.
I am like a man with no strength.
5I have been left as dead,
like a body lying in a grave.
You don’t remember dead people.
They are cut off from your care.
6You have brought me close to death.
I am almost in the dark place of the dead.
7You have been very angry with me.
All your waves crush me. Selah
8You have taken my friends away from me.
You have made them hate me.
I am trapped and cannot escape.
9My eyes are weak from crying.
Lord, I have prayed to you every day.
I have lifted my hands in prayer to you.
10Do you show your miracles for the dead?
Do their spirits rise up and praise you? Selah
11Will your love be told in the grave?
Will your loyalty be told in the place of death?
12Will your miracles be known in the dark grave?
Will your goodness be known in the land where the dead are forgotten?
13But, Lord, I have called out to you for help.
Every morning I pray to you.
14Lord, why do you reject me?
Why do you hide from me?
15I have been weak and dying since I was young.
I suffer from your terrors, and I am helpless.
16You have been angry with me.
Your terrors have destroyed me.
17They surround me daily like a flood.
They are all around me.
18You have taken away my loved ones and friends.
Darkness is my only friend.
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