Psalms 88

A petition to be saved from death.

Let my prayer enter into thy presence;

For my soul is full of troubles,

I am reckoned with them that go down into the pit;

Cast off among the dead,

Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit,

Thy wrath lieth hard upon me,

Thou hast put mine acquaintance far from me;

Mine eye wasteth away by reason of affliction:

Wilt thou show wonders to the dead?

Shall thy lovingkindness be declared in the grave?

Shall thy wonders be known in the dark?

But unto thee, O Jehovah, have I cried;

Jehovah, why castest thou off my soul?

I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up:

Thy fierce wrath is gone over me;

They came round about me like water all the day long;

Lover and friend hast thou put far from me,