Psalm 88

1O Lord my God, I cry for help in the day-time, in the night my cry is before you; 2let my prayer come into your presence, your ear to my cry. 3For I am sated with sorrow, my life draws near to Sheol. 4I am counted with those who go down to the pit; without strength am I. 5My home is among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom you remember no more off as they are from your hand. 6In the deepest pit you have put me, in shadows deep and dark. 7Your wrath lies heavy upon me, of your anger roll over me. Selah 8You have put my friends far from me, you have made them shun me. I am shut in, and cannot escape, 9my eyes are wasted with sorrow. I call on you, Lord, every day, my hands out to you. 10For the dead can you work wonders? Can the shades rise again to praise you? Selah 11Can your kindness be told in the grave, your faithfulness in the tomb? 12Can your wonders be known in the darkness, or your help in the land of forgetfulness? 13I cry for help to you, in the morning my prayer comes before you. 14Why, O , Lorddo you spurn me, and hide your face from me? 15From my youth I am wretched and dying, I am numbed by the terrors I bear. 16The fires of your wrath have passed over me, your terrors destroy me, 17surging around me forever, me in altogether.