Psalms 88:1-18
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Psalm 88
A song. A psalm of the Sons of Korah. For the director of music. According to mahalath leannoth. A maskil of Heman the Ezrahite.
O Lord, the God who saves me,
day and night I cry out before you.
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May my prayer come before you;
turn your ear to my cry.
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For my soul is full of trouble
and my life draws near the grave.
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I am counted among those who go down to the pit;
I am like a man without strength.
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I am set apart with the dead,
like the slain who lie in the grave,
whom you remember no more,
who are cut off from your care.
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You have put me in the lowest pit,
in the darkest depths.
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Your wrath lies heavily upon me;
you have overwhelmed me with all your waves. Selah
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You have taken from me my closest friends
and have made me repulsive to them.
I am confined and cannot escape;
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my eyes are dim with grief.
I call to you, O Lord, every day;
I spread out my hands to you.
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Do you show your wonders to the dead?
Do those who are dead rise up and praise you? Selah
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Is your love declared in the grave,
your faithfulness in Destruction?
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Are your wonders known in the place of darkness,
or your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion?
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But I cry to you for help, O Lord;
in the morning my prayer comes before you.
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Why, O Lord, do you reject me
and hide your face from me?
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From my youth I have been afflicted and close to death;
I have suffered your terrors and am in despair.
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Your wrath has swept over me;
your terrors have destroyed me.
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All day long they surround me like a flood;
they have completely engulfed me.
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You have taken my companions and loved ones from me;
the darkness is my closest friend.