Psalms 88

Yahweh, the God of my salvation,

Let my prayer enter into your presence.

For my soul is full of troubles.

I am counted among those who go down into the pit.

set apart among the dead,

You have laid me in the lowest pit,

Your wrath lies heavily on me.

You have taken my friends from me.

My eyes are dim from grief.

Do you show wonders to the dead?

Is your loving kindness declared in the grave?

Are your wonders made known in the dark?

But to you, Yahweh, I have cried.

Yahweh, why do you reject my soul?

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

Your fierce wrath has gone over me.

They came around me like water all day long.

You have put lover and friend far from me,