Psalms 88 | Strong's Bible

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CHAPTER 88

A Song.

A Psalm

of the sons

of Korah.

For the choirmaster.

According to

Mahalath

Leannoth.

A Maskil

of Heman

the Ezrahite.

O LORD,

the God

of my salvation,

day

and night

I cry out

before You.

May my prayer

come

before You;

incline

Your ear

to my cry.

For

my soul

is full

of troubles,

and my life

draws near

to Sheol.

I am counted

among

those descending

to the pit.

I am

like a man

without

strength.

I am forsaken

among the dead,

like

the slain

who lie

in the grave,

whom

You

remember

no more,

who

are cut off

from Your care.

You have laid me

in the lowest

pit,

in the darkest

of the depths.

Your wrath

weighs heavily

upon me;

all

Your waves

have submerged me.

Selah

You have removed

my friends

from me;

You have made me

repulsive

to them;

I am confined

and cannot

escape.

My eyes

grow dim

with

grief.

I call to You

daily,

O LORD;

I spread out

my hands

to You.

Do You work

wonders

for the dead?

Do departed spirits

rise up

to praise You?

Selah

Can Your loving devotion

be proclaimed

in the grave,

Your faithfulness

in Abaddon?

Will Your wonders

be known

in the darkness,

or Your righteousness

in the land

of oblivion?

But

to You,

O LORD,

I cry for help;

in the morning

my prayer

comes before You.

Why,

O LORD,

do You reject

me?

Why do You hide

Your face

from me?

From my youth

I was

afflicted

and near death.

I suffer

Your terrors;

I am in despair.

Your wrath

has swept

over me;

Your terrors

have destroyed me.

All

day long

they engulf me

like water;

they enclose me

on

every side.

You have removed

my

beloved

and my friend;

darkness

is my closest companion.

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