Psalms 88

1 A Psalme and songe, of the sonnes of Corah, to the chaunter vpon Mahelath, for affliccyon, an instruccyon of Heman the Ezrathyte. O Lord God my sauiour, I cry day and nyghte before the: 2 Oh let my praier enter into thy presence, incline thyne eare vnto my callynge. 3 For my soule is full of trouble, and my lyfe draweth nye vnto hell. 4 I am counted as one of them that go downe vnto the pitte, I am euen as a man that hath no strength. 5 Fre among the dead, like vnto them that lye in the graue, whyche be out of remembraunce, and are cutte away from thy hand. 6 Thou hast layed me, in the lowest pytte, in the darcknesse and in the depe. 7 Thyne indignacion lieth harde vpon me, and thou vexest me wyth all thy floudes Selah. 8 Thou hast put awaye myn acquaintance farre fro me, and made me to be abhorred of them: I am so faste in pryson, that I can not get forth. 9 My syght fayleth for very trouble: Lord I call dayly vpon the, and stretch oute myne handes vnto the. 10 Doest thou shewe wonders amonge the deade? Can the Phisicions raise them vp againe that they maye prayse the? 11 Maye thy louynge kyndnes be shewed in the graue or thy faythfulnesse in destruccyon: 12 May thy wonderous workes be knowne in the darcke, or thy ryghtuousnes in the land wher al thinges are forgotten? 13 Vnto the I crye, O Lorde, and early commeth my prayer before the. 14 Lorde, why putteste thou awaye my soule? Wherfore hydest thou thy face fro me? 15 My strength is gone for very sorow & myserye, wyh fearfulnesse do I beare thy burthens. 16 Thy wrathfull dyspleasure goeth ouer me the feare of the, oppresseth me. 17 They come rounde about me dayly lyke water, and compasse me together on euerye side. 18 My louers, and frendes hast thou put awaye fro me, and turned awaye myne acquayntaunce.