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The Book of Psalms

Geneva Bible :: World English Bible Catholic

- Chapter 88 -

Day and night I cry out before you

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A song or Psalme of Heman the Ezrahite to give instruction, committed to the sonnes of Korah for him that excelleth upon Malath Leannoth. O Lord God of my saluation, I cry day and night before thee.
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Let my prayer enter into thy presence: incline thine eare vnto my cry.
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For my soule is filled with euils, and my life draweth neere to the graue.
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I am counted among them that go downe vnto the pit, and am as a man without strength:
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Free among the dead, like the slaine lying in the graue, whome thou remembrest no more, and they are cut off from thine hand.
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Thou hast layde me in the lowest pit, in darkenes, and in the deepe.
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Thine indignation lyeth vpon me, and thou hast vexed me with all thy waues. Selah.
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Thou hast put away mine acquaintance farre from me, and made mee to be abhorred of them: I am shut vp, and cannot get foorth.
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Mine eye is sorowfull through mine affliction: Lord, I call dayly vpon thee: I stretch out mine hands vnto thee.
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Wilt thou shewe a miracle to the dead? or shall the dead rise and prayse thee? Selah.
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Shall thy louing kindenes be declared in the graue? or thy faithfulnes in destruction?
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Shall thy wonderous workes be knowen in the darke? and thy righteousnes in the land of obliuion?
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But vnto thee haue I cryed, O Lord, and early shall my prayer come before thee.
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Lord, why doest thou reiect my soule, and hidest thy face from me?
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I am afflicted and at the point of death: from my youth I suffer thy terrours, doubting of my life.
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Thine indignations goe ouer me, and thy feare hath cut me off.
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They came round about me dayly like water, and compassed me together.
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My louers and friends hast thou put away from me, and mine acquaintance hid themselues.

Day and night I cry out before you

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LORD, the God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before you.
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Let my prayer enter into your presence. Turn your ear to my cry.
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For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol.(a)
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I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,
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set apart among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.
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You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.
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Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.
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You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can’t escape.
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My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, LORD. I have spread out my hands to you.
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Do you show wonders to the dead? Do the departed spirits rise up and praise you? Selah.
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Is your loving kindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction?
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Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
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But to you, LORD, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you.
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LORD, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?
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I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
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Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
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They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me.
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You have put lover and friend far from me, and my friends into darkness.

Footnotes

(a)88:3 Sheol is the place of the dead.