Psalm 88

New Coverdale Version

O Lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before you; * O let my prayer enter into your presence; incline your ear to my call.

For my soul is full of trouble, * and my life draws nigh to the Grave.

I am counted as one of those who go down into the pit, * and I have become as one who has no strength.

I have become like the dead, and like the slain who lie in the grave, * whom you remember no more, and who are cut off from your hand.

You have laid me in the lowest pit, * in a place of darkness, and in the deep.

Your indignation lies heavy upon me, * and you have overwhelmed me with all your storms.

You have put my friends far from me, * and made me to be abhorred by them.

I am in prison; * I cannot go forth.

My sight fails because of trouble; * Lord, I have called daily upon you; I have stretched forth my hands unto you.

Do you show wonders among the dead, * or shall the dead rise up again and praise you?

Shall your loving-kindness be shown in the grave, * or your faithfulness in destruction?

Shall your wondrous works be known in the dark, * and your righteousness in the land where all things are forgotten?

Unto you have I cried, O Lord, * and early shall my prayer come before you.

Lord, why do you cast off my soul * and hide your face from me?

I am in misery, like one who is at the point of death; * even from my youth, your terrors have I suffered with a troubled mind.

Your wrathful displeasure goes over me, * and the fear of you has undone me.

Daily they come round about me like water, * and encompass me on every side.

My companions and neighbors you have put away from me, * and hidden my friends out of my sight.