Psalm 88. Domine, Deus.

1. O Lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee: *
   O let my prayer enter into thy presence, incline thine ear unto my calling;
2. For my soul is full of trouble, *
   and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
3. I am counted as one of them that go down into the pit, *
   and I am even as a man that hath no strength;
4. Cast off among the dead, like unto them that are slain, and lie in the grave, *
   who are out of remembrance, and are cut away from thy hand.
5. Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, *
   in a place of darkness, and in the deep.
6. Thine indignation lieth hard upon me, *
   and thou hast vexed me with all thy storms.
7. Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me, *
   and made me to be abhorred of them.
8. I am so fast in prison *
   that I cannot get forth.
9. My sight faileth for very trouble; *
   Lord, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched forth my hands unto thee.
10. Dost thou show wonders among the dead? *
    or shall the dead rise up again, and praise thee?
11. Shall thy loving-kindness be showed in the grave? *
    or thy faithfulness in destruction?
12. Shall thy wondrous works be known in the dark? *
    and thy righteousness in the land where all things are forgotten?
13. Unto thee have I cried, O Lord; *
    and early shall my prayer come before thee.
14. Lord, why abhorrest thou my soul, *
    and hidest thou thy face from me?
15. I am in misery, and like unto him that is at the point to die; *
    even from my youth up, thy terrors have I suffered with a troubled mind.
16. Thy wrathful displeasure goeth over me, *
    and the fear of thee hath undone me.
17. They came round about me daily like water, *
    and compassed me together on every side.
18. My lovers and friends hast thou put away from me, *
    and hid mine acquaintance out of my sight.