Psalm 88
A Song. A Psalm by the sons of Korah. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “The Suffering of Affliction.” A contemplation by Heman, the Ezrahite.
I have cried day and night before you.
Turn your ear to my cry.
My life draws near to Sheol.
I am like a man who has no help,
like the slain who lie in the grave,
whom you remember no more.
They are cut off from your hand.
in the darkest depths.
You have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.
You have made me an abomination to them.
I am confined, and I can’t escape.
I have called on you daily, Yahweh.
I have spread out my hands to you.
Do the departed spirits rise up and praise you? Selah.
Or your faithfulness in Destruction?
Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
In the morning, my prayer comes before you.
Why do you hide your face from me?
While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
Your terrors have cut me off.
They completely engulfed me.
and my friends into darkness.