Tehillim 88 תהילים פ״ח

A Poem, A Psalm for the sons of Qoraĥ, to the chief Musician upon Maĥalat Le῾annot, A Maskil of Heman the Ezraĥite.

O Lord God of my salvation, when I cry in the night before Thee:

let my prayer come before Thee: incline Thy ear to my cry;

for my soul is sated with evils: and my life draws near to She᾽ol.

I am reckoned with those who go down into the pit: I am like a man who has no strength:

free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom Thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from Thy hand.

Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.

Thy wrath lies hard upon me, and Thou dost overwhelm me with all Thy waves. (Sela.)

Thou hast put away my acquaintances far from me; Thou hast made me an abomination to them: I am shut up, and I cannot come out.

My eye is dim by reason of affliction: Lord, I have called daily upon Thee, I have stretched out my hands to Thee.

Wilt Thou show wonders to the dead? shall the shades arise and praise Thee? (Sela.)

Shall Thy steadfast love be reported in the grave? or Thy faithfulness in Avaddon?

Shall Thy wonders be known in the dark? and Thy righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?

But to Thee have I cried, O Lord; and in the morning shall my prayer attend Thee.

Lord, why dost Thou cast off my soul? why dost Thou hide Thy face from me?

I am afflicted and close to death from my youth up. I suffer Thy terrors, I am numb.

Thy fierce wrath goes over me; Thy terrors have cut me off.

They come round about me daily like water; they compass me about together.

Friend and companion hast Thou put far from me, my acquaintances are in darkness.