Psalm 88
O Lord my God, I call for help by day
: and by night also I cry out before you.
Let my prayer come into your presence
: and turn your ear to my loud crying.
For my soul is filled with trouble
: and my life has come even to the brink of the grave.
I am reckoned among those that go down to the Pit
: I am a man that has no help.
I lie among the dead, like the slain that sleep in the grave
: whom you remember no more,
who are cut off from your power.
You have laid me in the lowest Pit
: in darkness and in the watery depths.
Your wrath lies heavy upon me
: and all your waves are brought against me.
You have put my friends far from me
: and made me to be abhorred by them.
I am so fast in prison I cannot get free
: my eyes fail because of my affliction.
Lord, I call to you every day
: I stretch out my hands toward you.
Will you work wonders for the dead
: or will the shades rise up again to praise you?
Shall your love be declared in the grave
: or your faithfulness in the place of destruction?
Will your wonders be made known in the dark
: or your righteousness in the land
where all things are forgotten?
But to you, Lord, will I cry
: early in the morning my prayer shall come before you.
O Lord, why have you rejected me
: why do you hide your face from me?
I have been afflicted and wearied from my youth upward
: I am tossed high and low, I cease to be.
Your fierce anger has overwhelmed me
: and your terrors have put me to silence.
They surround me like a flood all the day long
: they close upon me from every side.
Friend and acquaintance you have put far from me
: and kept my companions from my sight.