MKJV - Psalms - 88

88:1  A Song. A Psalm for the sons of Korah. To the Chief Musician. On Mahalath, to make humble. A Poem of Heman the Ezrahite. O LORD God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before You.

88:2  Let my prayer come before You; bow down Your ear to my cry.

88:3  For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near the grave.

88:4  I am counted with those who go down to the Pit; I am like a feeble man;

88:5  free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom You remember no more; and by Your hand they are cut off.

88:6  You have laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.

88:7  Your wrath lies hard on me, and You have afflicted me with all Your waves. Selah.

88:8  You have taken my friends away from me; You have made me a hateful thing to them. I am shut up, and I cannot go out.

88:9  My eye mourns because of affliction; O LORD, I have called daily on You; I have stretched out my hands to You.

88:10  For will You do wonders to the dead? Shall the dead rise and praise You? Selah.

88:11  Shall Your loving-kindness be declared in the grave? Or Your faithfulness in ruin?

88:12  Shall Your wonders be known in the dark, and Your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?

88:13  But to You I have cried, O LORD; and in the morning my prayer shall go before You.

88:14  O LORD, why do You cast off my soul? Why do You hide Your face from me?

88:15  I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up; while I suffer Your terrors, I pine away.

88:16  Your fierce wrath goes over me; Your terrors have cut me off.

88:17  They surrounded me like waters all the day long; they have come together around me.

88:18  You have taken lover and friend far from me, and those who know me into darkness.