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Psalms 88

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PS 88:1 <> Yahweh, the God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before you.

PS 88:2 Let my prayer enter into your presence. Turn your ear to my cry.

PS 88:3 For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol.

PS 88:4 I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,

PS 88:5 Set apart among the dead, Like the slain who lie in the grave, Whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.

PS 88:6 You have laid me in the lowest pit, In the darkest depths.

PS 88:7 Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.

PS 88:8 You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can't escape.

PS 88:9 My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.

PS 88:10 Do you show wonders to the dead? Do the dead rise up and praise you? Selah.

PS 88:11 Is your loving kindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction?

PS 88:12 Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?

PS 88:13 But to you, Yahweh, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you.

PS 88:14 Yahweh, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?

PS 88:15 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.

PS 88:16 Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.

PS 88:17 They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me.

PS 88:18 You have put lover and friend far from me, And my friends into darkness.

 

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