Psalm 88 | King James Version
1A Song or Psalm for the sons of Korah, to the chief Musician upon Mahalath Leannoth, Maschil of Heman the Ezrahite. O LORD God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee:2Let my prayer come before thee: incline thine ear unto my cry;3For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.4I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength:5Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand.6Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.7Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah.8Thou 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.9Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.10Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? shall the dead arise and praise thee? Selah.11Shall thy lovingkindness be declared in the grave? or thy faithfulness in destruction?12Shall thy wonders be known in the dark? and thy righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?13But unto thee have I cried, O LORD; and in the morning shall my prayer prevent thee.14LORD, why castest thou off my soul? why hidest thou thy face from me?15I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.16Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off.17They came round about me daily like water; they compassed me about together.18Lover and friend hast thou put far from me, and mine acquaintance into darkness.
New International Reader’s Version
For the director of music. According to mahalath leannoth. A song. A psalm of the Sons of Korah. A maskil of Heman the Ezrahite.
1LORD, you are the God who saves me. Day and night I cry out to you.2Please hear my prayer. Pay attention to my cry for help.3I have so many troubles I’m about to die.4People think my life is over. I’m like someone who doesn’t have any strength.5People treat me as if I were dead. I’m like those who have been killed and are now in the grave. You don’t even remember them anymore. They are cut off from your care.6It’s as if you have put me deep down in the grave. It’s as if you have put me in that deep, dark place.7Your great anger lies heavy on me. All the waves of your anger have crashed over me.8You have taken my closest friends away from me. You have made me sickening to them. I feel trapped and can’t escape.9I’m crying so much I can’t see very well. LORD, I call out to you every day. I lift up my hands to you in prayer.10Do you do wonderful things for those who are dead? Do their spirits rise up and praise you?11Do those who are dead speak about your love? Do those who are in the grave tell how faithful you are?12Are your wonderful deeds known in that dark place? Are your holy acts known in that land where the dead are forgotten?13LORD, I cry out to you for help. In the morning I pray to you.14LORD, why do you say no to me? Why do you turn your face away from me?15I’ve been in pain ever since I was young. I’ve been close to death. You have made me suffer terrible things. I have lost all hope.16Your great anger has swept over me. Your terrors have destroyed me.17All day long they surround me like a flood. They have closed in all around me.18You have taken my friends and neighbours away from me. Darkness is my closest friend.
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