Psalm 88
Domine Deus
1
O Lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before you; *
O let my prayer enter into your presence; incline your ear to my call.
2
For my soul is full of trouble, *
and my life draws nigh to the grave.
3
I am counted as one of those who go down into the pit, *
and I have become as one who has no strength.
4
I have become like the dead, and like the slain who lie in the grave, *
whom you remember no more, and who are cut off from your hand.
5
You have laid me in the lowest pit, *
in a place of darkness, and in the deep.
6
Your indignation lies heavy upon me, *
and you have overwhelmed me with all your storms.
7
You have put my friends far from me, *
and made me to be abhorred by them.
8
I am in prison; *
I cannot go forth.
9
My sight fails because of trouble; *
Lord, I have called daily upon you; I have stretched forth my hands unto you.
10
Do you show wonders among the dead, *
or shall the dead rise up again and praise you?
11
Shall your loving-kindness be shown in the grave, *
or your faithfulness in destruction?
12
Shall your wondrous works be known in the dark, *
and your righteousness in the land where all things are forgotten?
13
Unto you have I cried, O Lord, *
and early shall my prayer come before you.
14
Lord, why do you cast off my soul *
and hide your face from me?
15
I am in misery, like one who is at the point of death; *
even from my youth, your terrors have I suffered with a troubled mind.
16
Your wrathful displeasure goes over me, *
and the fear of you has undone me.
17
Daily they come round about me like water, *
and encompass me on every side.
18
My companions and neighbors you have put away from me, *
and hidden my friends out of my sight.