Psalms 88 The Psalmist Complains of His Great Misfortunes and Pleads with God to Deliver Him

 Psalms 88

The Psalmist Complains of His Great Misfortunes and Pleads with God to Deliver Him

1 O Lord God of my salvation, I have cried out before you day and night.

2 Let my prayer come before you; incline your ear to my cry.

3 For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to the grave.

4 I am numbered with those who go down to the pit; I am like a man without strength,

5 I am laid among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more; your hand has swept them away.

6 You have laid me in the lowest depths of the pit, in darkness and in the depths.

7 Your wrath lies heavy upon me; you have overwhelmed me with all your waves.

 8 You have removed my acquaintances from me; you have made me an abomination to him; I am shut in, and I cannot go out.

9 My eyes fail because of affliction. O Lord, I have cried to you all day long; I have spread out my hands to you.

10 Will you show wonders to the dead? Will the dead arise and praise you?

11 Will your lovingkindness be declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in destruction?

12 Will your wonders be known in darkness, or your righteousness in the land of oblivion?

13 But I, O Lord, cry out to you; in the morning I send my prayer to you.

14 O Lord, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?

15 I have been afflicted and ready to die from my youth; when I suffer your terrors, I am troubled. 

16 Your fierce anger has passed over me; your terrors have destroyed me.

17 They surround me like waters all day long; they all surround me together.

18 You have removed my friends and companions far from me; my close friends have become darkness.