Zabur 88

A Song. A Psalm by the sons of Qarun. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "The Suffering of Affliction." A contemplation by Heman, the Ezrahite.

¹Allah, the God of my salvation,

I have cried day and night before you.

²Let my prayer enter into your presence.

Turn your ear to my cry.

³For my soul is full of troubles.

My life draws near to the grave.

⁴I am counted among those who go down into the pit.

I am like a man who has no help,

⁵Set apart among the dead,

Like the slain who lie in the grave,

Whom you remember no more.

They are cut off from your hand.

⁶You have laid me in the lowest pit,

In the darkest depths.

⁷Your wrath lies heavily on me.

You have afflicted me with all your waves.

Selah.

⁸You have taken my friends from me.

You have made me an abomination to them.

I am confined, and I cannot escape.

⁹My eyes are dim from grief.

I have called on you daily, Allah.

I have spread out my hands to you.

¹⁰Do you show wonders to the dead?

Do the dead rise up and praise you?

Selah.

¹¹Is your loving kindness declared in the grave?

Or your faithfulness in Destruction?

¹²Are your wonders made known in the dark?

Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?

¹³But to you, Allah, I have cried.

In the morning, my prayer comes before you.

¹⁴Allah, why do you reject my soul?

Why do you hide your face from me?

¹⁵I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up.

While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.

¹⁶Your fierce wrath has gone over me.

Your terrors have cut me off.

¹⁷They came around me like water all day long.

They completely engulfed me.

¹⁸You have put lover and friend far from me,

And my friends into darkness.