Psalms 88
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Psalms 88
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A Song. A Psalm. Of the sons of Korah. To the chief music-maker; put to Mahalath Leannoth. Maschil. Of Heman the Ezrahite.O Lord, God of my salvation, I have been crying to you for help by day and by night: | A Song, a Psalm of the sons of Korah; for the Chief Musician; set to Mahalath Leannoth. Maschil of Heman the Ezrahite. O Jehovah, the God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee. |
Let my prayer come before you; give ear to my cry: | Let my prayer enter into thy presence; Incline thine ear unto my cry. |
For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld. | For my soul is full of troubles, And my life draweth nigh unto Sheol. |
I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help: | I am reckoned with them that go down into the pit; I am as a man that hath no help, |
My soul is among the dead, like those in the underworld, to whom you give no more thought; for they are cut off from your care. | Cast off among the dead, Like the slain that lie in the grave, Whom thou rememberest no more, And they are cut off from thy hand. |
You have put me in the lowest deep, even in dark places. | Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, In dark places, in the deeps. |
The weight of your wrath is crushing me, all your waves have overcome me. (Selah.) | Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, And thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah |
You have sent my friends far away from me; you have made me a disgusting thing in their eyes: I am shut up, and not able to come out. | Thou hast put mine acquaintance far from me; Thou hast made me an abomination unto them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth. |
My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you. | Mine eye wasteth away by reason of affliction: I have called daily upon thee, O Jehovah; I have spread forth my hands unto thee. |
Will you do works of wonder for the dead? will the shades come back to give you praise? (Selah.) | Wilt thou show wonders to the dead? Shall they that are decreased arise and praise thee? Selah |
Will the story of your mercy be given in the house of the dead? will news of your faith come to the place of destruction? | Shall thy lovingkindness be declared in the grave? Or thy faithfulness in Destruction? |
May there be knowledge of your wonders in the dark? or of your righteousness where memory is dead? | Shall thy wonders be known in the dark? And thy righteousness in the land of forgetfulness? |
But to you did I send up my cry, O Lord; in the morning my prayer came before you. | But unto thee, O Jehovah, have I cried; And in the morning shall my prayer come before thee. |
Lord, why have you sent away my soul? why is your face covered from me? | Jehovah, why castest thou off my soul? Why hidest thou thy face from me? |
I have been troubled and in fear of death from the time when I was young; your wrath is hard on me, and I have no strength. | I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: While I suffer thy terrors I am distracted. |
The heat of your wrath has gone over me; I am broken by your cruel punishments. | Thy fierce wrath is gone over me; Thy terrors have cut me off. |
They are round me all the day like water; they have made a circle about me. | They came round about me like water all the day long; They compassed me about together. |
You have sent my friends and lovers far from me; I am gone from the memory of those who are dear to me. | Lover and friend hast thou put far from me, And mine acquaintance into darkness. |