Psalm 88

1 O LORD, my God, my Savior,*
by day and night I cry to you.

2 Let my prayer enter into your presence;*
incline your ear to my lamentation.

3 For I am full of trouble;*
my life is at the brink of the grave.

4 I am counted among those who go down to the Pit;*
I have become like one who has no strength;

5 Lost among the dead,*
like the slain who lie in the grave,

6 Whom you remember no more,*
for they are cut off from your hand.

7 You have laid me in the depths of the Pit,*
in dark places, and in the abyss.

8 Your anger weighs upon me heavily,*
and all your great waves overwhelm me.

9 You have put my friends far from me;
you have made me to be abhorred by them;*
I am in prison and cannot get free.

10 My sight has failed me because of trouble;*
LORD, I have called upon you daily;
I have stretched out my hands to you.

11 Do you work wonders for the dead?*
will those who have died stand up and give you thanks?

12 Will your loving-kindness be declared in the grave?*
your faithfulness in the land of destruction?

13 Will your wonders be known in the dark?*
or your righteousness in the country where all is forgotten?

14 But as for me, O LORD, I cry to you for help;*
in the morning my prayer comes before you.

15 LORD, why have you rejected me?*
why have you hidden your face from me?

16 Ever since my youth, I have been wretched and at the point of death;*
I have borne your terrors with a troubled mind.

17 Your blazing anger has swept over me;*
your terrors have destroyed me;

18 They surround me all day long like a flood;*
they encompass me on every side.

19 My friend and my neighbor you have put away from me,*
and darkness is my only companion.