Psalms 88

KING JAMES BIBLE	NEW AMERICAN BIBLE
1 O LORD God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee:	1 A song; a psalm of the Korahites. For the leader; according to Mahalath. For singing; a maskil of Heman the Ezrahite.
2 Let my prayer come before thee: incline thine ear unto my cry;	2 LORD, my God, I call out by day; at night I cry aloud in your presence.
3 For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.	3 Let my prayer come before you; incline your ear to my cry.
4 I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength:	4 For my soul is filled with troubles; my life draws near to Sheol.
5 Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand.	5 I am reckoned with those who go down to the pit; I am weak, without strength.
6 Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.	6 My couch is among the dead, with the slain who lie in the grave. You remember them no more; they are cut off from your care.
7 Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah.	7 You plunged me into the bottom of the pit, into the darkness of the abyss.
8 Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me; thou hast made me an abomination unto them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.	8 Your wrath lies heavy upon me; all your waves crash over me. Selah
9 Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.	9 Because of you my friends shun me; you make me loathsome to them; Caged in, I cannot escape;
10 Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? shall the dead arise and praise thee? Selah.	10 my eyes grow dim from trouble. All day I call on you, LORD; I stretch out my hands to you.
11 Shall thy lovingkindness be declared in the grave? or thy faithfulness in destruction?	11 Do you work wonders for the dead? Do the shades arise and praise you? Selah
12 Shall thy wonders be known in the dark? and thy righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?	12 Is your love proclaimed in the grave, your fidelity in the tomb?
13 But unto thee have I cried, O LORD; and in the morning shall my prayer prevent thee.	13 Are your marvels declared in the darkness, your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion?
14 LORD, why castest thou off my soul? why hidest thou thy face from me?	14 But I cry out to you, LORD; in the morning my prayer comes before you.
15 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.	15 Why do you reject me, LORD? Why hide your face from me?
16 Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off.	16 I am mortally afflicted since youth; lifeless, I suffer your terrible blows.
17 They came round about me daily like water; they compassed me about together.	17 Your wrath has swept over me; your terrors have reduced me to silence.
18 Lover and friend hast thou put far from me, and mine acquaintance into darkness.	18 All the day they surge round like a flood; from every side they close in on me.
	19 Because of you companions shun me; my only friend is darkness.