Psalms 88

¹O Lord God of my salvation,

²Let my prayer come before thee:

³For my soul is full of troubles:

⁴I am counted with them that go down into the pit:

⁵Free among the dead,

⁶Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit,

⁷Thy wrath lieth hard upon me,

⁸Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me;

⁹Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction:

¹⁰Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead?

¹¹Shall thy lovingkindness be declared in the grave?

¹²Shall thy wonders be known in the dark?

¹³But unto thee have I cried, O Lord;

¹⁴Lord, why castest thou off my soul?

¹⁵I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up:

¹⁶Thy fierce wrath goeth over me;

¹⁷They came round about me daily like water;

¹⁸Lover and friend hast thou put far from me,