Psalm 88

A Song. A Psalm of the Sons of Korah. To the choirmaster: according to Mahalath Leannoth. A Maskil of Heman the Ezrahite.

¹O Lord, God of my salvation,
I cry out day and night before you.

²Let my prayer come before you;
incline your ear to my cry!

³For my soul is full of troubles,
and my life draws near to Sheol.

⁴I am counted among those who go down to the pit;
I am a man who has no strength,

⁵like one set loose among the dead,
like the slain that lie in the grave,
like those whom you remember no more,
for they are cut off from your hand.

⁶You have put me in the depths of the pit,
in the regions dark and deep.

⁷Your wrath lies heavy upon me,
and you overwhelm me with all your waves.

Selah

⁸You have caused my companions to shun me;
you have made me a horror to them.
I am shut in so that I cannot escape;

⁹ my eye grows dim through sorrow.
Every day I call upon you, O Lord;
I spread out my hands to you.

¹⁰Do you work wonders for the dead?
Do the departed rise up to praise you?

Selah

¹¹Is your steadfast love declared in the grave,
or your faithfulness in Abaddon?

¹²Are your wonders known in the darkness,
or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?

¹³But I, O Lord, cry to you;
in the morning my prayer comes before you.

¹⁴O Lord, why do you cast my soul away?
Why do you hide your face from me?

¹⁵Afflicted and close to death from my youth up,
I suffer your terrors; I am helpless.

¹⁶Your wrath has swept over me;
your dreadful assaults destroy me.

¹⁷They surround me like a flood all day long;
they close in on me together.

¹⁸You have caused my beloved and my friend to shun me;
my companions have become darkness.

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