Psalm 88 Domine, Deus
1 O LORD, my God, my Sa-vior, *
by day and night I cry to you.
2 Let my prayer enter into your pres-ence; *
incline your ear to my la-men-ta-tion.
3 For I am full of trou-ble; *
my life is at the brink of the grave.
4 I am counted among those who go down to the Pit; *
I have become like one who has no strength;
5 Lost among the dead, *
like the slain who lie in the grave,
6 Whom you remember no more, *
for they are cut off from your hand.
7 You have laid me in the depths of the Pit, *
in dark places, and in the a-byss.
8 Your anger weighs upon me hea-vily, *
and all your great waves o-ver-whelm me.
9 You have put my friends far from me; you have made me to be ab-horred by them; *
I am in prison and cannot get free.
10 My sight has failed me because of trou-ble; *
LORD, I have called upon you daily; I have stretched out my hands to you.
11 Do you work wonders for the dead? *
will those who have died stand up and give you thanks?
12 Will your loving-kindness be declared in the grave? *
your faithfulness in the land of des-truc-tion?
13 Will your wonders be known in the dark? *
or your righteousness in the country where all is for-got-ten?
14 But as for me, O LORD, I cry to you for help; *
in the morning my prayer comes be-fore you.
15 LORD, why have you re-ject–ed me? *
why have you hidden your face from me?
16 Ever since my youth, I have been wretched and at the point of death; *
I have borne your terrors with a trou-bled mind.
17 Your blazing anger has swept o–ver me; *
your terrors have des-troyed me;
18 They surround me all day long like a flood; *
they encompass me on e-very side.
19 My friend and my neighbor you have put a-way from me, *
and darkness is my only com-pan-ion.
Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spir-it *
as it was in the beginning, is now and will be for ever. A-men.