Psalm 88

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

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

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

⁴ I am counted among those who go down to the pit;
I have become like a man without strength,

⁵ set loose among the dead,
like the slain who lie in the grave,
whom you remember no more,
and who are cut off from your hand.

⁶ You have put me in the lowest pit,
in the darkest depths.

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

⁸ You have removed my companions far from me;
you have made me an abomination to them.
I am shut in and cannot escape.

⁹ My eye wastes away from affliction;
I call to you, O LORD, every day;
I spread out my hands to you.

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

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

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

¹³ But I cry out to you, O LORD;
in the morning my prayer meets you.

¹⁴ O LORD, why do you reject my soul?
Why do you hide your face from me?

¹⁵ Afflicted and close to death from my youth,
I bear your terrors—I am desperate.

¹⁶ Your fierce wrath has swept over me;
your terrors destroy me.

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

¹⁸ You have removed from me lover and friend;
my companions are darkness.