Psalms 87

Revised Standard Version Catholic Edition	Catholic Public Domain Bible
¹ A Psalm of the Sons of Korah. A Song. On the holy mount stands the city he founded;	¹ A Canticle Psalm to the sons of Korah. Unto the end. For Mahalath, to answer the understanding of Heman the Ezrahite.
² the LORD loves the gates of Zion more than all the dwelling places of Jacob.	² O Lord, God of my salvation: I have cried out, day and night, in your presence.
³ Glorious things are spoken of you, O city of God. [Selah]	³ Let my prayer enter in your sight. Incline your ear to my petition.
⁴ Among those who know me I mention Rahab and Babylon; behold, Philistia and Tyre, with Ethiopia-- "This one was born there," they say.	⁴ For my soul has been filled with evils, and my life has drawn near to Hell.
⁵ And of Zion it shall be said, "This one and that one were born in her"; for the Most High himself will establish her.	⁵ I am considered to be among those who will descend into the pit. I have become like a man without assistance,
⁶ The LORD records as he registers the peoples, "This one was born there." [Selah]	⁶ idle among the dead. I am like the wounded sleeping in sepulchers, whom you no longer remember, and who have been repelled by your hand.
⁷ Singers and dancers alike say, "All my springs are in you."	⁷ They have lain me in the lower pit: in dark places and in the shadow of death.
	⁸ Your fury has been confirmed over me. And you have brought all your waves upon me.
	⁹ You have sent my acquaintances far from me. They have set me as an abomination to themselves. I was handed over, yet I did not depart.
	¹⁰ My eyes languished before destitution. All day long, I cried out to you, O Lord. I stretched out my hands to you.
	¹¹ Will you perform wonders for the dead? Or will physicians raise to life, and so confess to you?
	¹² Could anyone declare your mercy in the sepulcher, or your truth from within perdition?
	¹³ Will your wonders be known in the darkness, or your justice in the land of oblivion?
	¹⁴ And I have cried out to you, O Lord, and in early morning, my prayer will come before you.
	¹⁵ Lord, why do you reject my prayer? Why do you turn your face away from me?
	¹⁶ I am poor, and I have been amid hardships from my youth. And, though I have been exalted, I am humbled and disturbed.
	¹⁷ Your wrath has crossed into me, and your terrors have disturbed me.
	¹⁸ They have surrounded me like water, all day long. They have surrounded me, all at once.
	¹⁹ Friend and neighbor, and my acquaintances, you have sent far away from me, away from misery.