Psalm 88
8,6,8,6
^1Lord God, my Saviour, day and night
before thee cry'd have I.
^2Before thee let my prayer come;
give ear unto my cry.
^3For troubles great do fill my soul;
my life draws nigh the grave.
^4I'm counted with those that go down
to pit, and no strength have.
^5Ev'n free among the dead, like them
that slain in grave do lie;
Cut off from thy hand, whom no more
thou hast in memory.
^6Thou hast me laid in lowest pit,
in deeps and darksome caves.
^7Thy wrath lies hard on me, thou hast
me press'd with all thy waves.
^8Thou hast put far from me my friends,
thou mad'st them to abhor me;
And I am so shut up, that I
find no evasion for me.
^9By reason of affliction
mine eye mourns dolefully:
To thee, Lord, do I call, and stretch
my hands continually.
^10Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead?
shall they rise, and thee bless?
^11Shall in the grave thy love be told?
in death thy faithfulness?
^12Shall thy great wonders in the dark,
or shall thy righteousness
Be known to any in the land
of deep forgetfulness?
^13But, Lord, to thee I cry'd; my pray'r
at morn prevent shall thee.
^14Why, Lord, dost thou cast off my soul,
and hid'st thy face from me?
^15Distress'd am I, and from my youth
I ready am to die;
Thy terrors I have borne, and am
distracted fearfully.
^16The dreadful fierceness of thy wrath
quite over me doth go:
Thy terrors great have cut me off,
they did pursue me so.
^17For round about me ev'ry day,
like water, they did roll;
And, gathering together, they
have compassed my soul.
^18My friends thou hast put far from me,
and him that did me love;
And those that mine acquaintance were
to darkness didst remove.