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Giovedi, 28 marzo 2024 - San Castore di Tarso ( Letture di oggi)

Psalms 88


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1[Song Psalm Of the sons of Korah In sickness In suffering Poem For Heman the native-born] Yahweh,God of my salvation, when I cry out to you in the night,2may my prayer reach your presence, hear my cry for help.3For I am fil ed with misery, my life is on the brink of Sheol;4already numbered among those who sink into oblivion, I am as one bereft of strength,5left alone among the dead, like the slaughtered lying in the grave, whom you remember no more, cutoff as they are from your protection.6You have plunged me to the bottom of the grave, in the darkness, in the depths;7weighted down by your anger, kept low by your waves.Pause8You have deprived me of my friends, made me repulsive to them, imprisoned, with no escape;9my eyes are worn out with suffering. I call to you, Yahweh, al day, I stretch out my hands to you.10Do you work wonders for the dead, can shadows rise up to praise you?Pause11Do they speak in the grave of your faithful love, of your constancy in the place of perdition?12Are your wonders known in the darkness, your saving justice in the land of oblivion?13But, for my part, I cry to you, Yahweh, every morning my prayer comes before you;14why, Yahweh, do you rebuff me, turn your face away from me?15Wretched and close to death since childhood, I have borne your terrors -- I am finished!16Your anger has overwhelmed me, your terrors annihilated me.17They flood around me al day long, close in on me al at once.18You have deprived me of friends and companions, and al that I know is the dark.