King James VersionPsalms88

Psalms

1 O LORD God of my sal­va­tion, I have cried day and night be­fore thee:
2 Let my prayer come be­fore thee: in­cline thine ear unto my cry;
3 For my soul is full of trou­bles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
4 I am count­ed with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength:
5 Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou re­mem­ber­est no more: and they are cut off from thy hand.
6 Thou hast laid me in the low­est pit, in dark­ness, in the deeps.
7 Thy wrath li­eth hard upon me, and thou hast af­flict­ed me with all thy waves. Se­lah.
8 Thou hast put away mine ac­quain­tance far from me; thou hast made me an abom­i­na­tion unto them: I am shut up, and I can­not come forth.
9 Mine eye mour­neth by rea­son of af­flic­tion: LORD, I have called dai­ly upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.
10 Wilt thou shew won­ders to the dead? shall the dead arise and praise thee? Se­lah.
11 Shall thy lov­ingkind­ness be de­clared in the grave? or thy faith­ful­ness in de­struc­tion?
12 Shall thy won­ders be known in the dark? and thy righ­teous­ness in the land of for­get­ful­ness?
13 But unto thee have I cried, O LORD; and in the morn­ing shall my prayer pre­vent thee.
14 LORD, why castest thou off my soul? why hidest thou thy face from me?
15 I am af­flict­ed and ready to die from my youth up: while I suf­fer thy ter­rors I am dis­tract­ed.
16 Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy ter­rors have cut me off.
17 They came round about me dai­ly like wa­ter; they com­passed me about to­geth­er.
18 Lover and friend hast thou put far from me, and mine ac­quain­tance into dark­ness.