Psalms - Chapter 87

Passage

A canticle of a psalm for the sons of Core: to the end, for Maheleth, to answer understanding of Eman the Ezrahite. O Lord, the God of my salvation: I have cried in the day, and in the night before you. Let my prayer come in before you: incline your ear to my petition. For my soul is filled with evils: and my life has drawn nigh to hell. I am counted among them that go down to the pit: I am become as a man without help, Free among the dead. Like the slain sleeping in the tombs, whom you remember no more: and they are cut off from your hand. They have laid me in the lower pit: in the dark places, and in the shadow of death. Your wrath is strong over me: and all your waves you have brought in upon me. You have put away my acquaintance far from me: they have set me an abomination to themselves. I was delivered up, and came not forth: My eyes languished through poverty. All the day I cried to you, O Lord: I stretched out my hands to you. Will you show wonders to the dead? or shall physicians raise to life, and give praise to you? Shall any one in the tomb declare your mercy: and your truth in destruction? Shall your wonders be known in the dark; and your justice in the land of forgetfulness? But I, O Lord, have cried to you: and in the morning my prayer shall prevent you. Lord, why do you cast off my prayer: why do you turn away your face from me? I am poor, and in labors from my youth: and being exalted have been humbled and troubled. Your wrath has come upon me: and your terrors have troubled me. They have come round about me like water all the day: they have compassed me about together. Friend and neighbor you have put far from me: and my acquaintance, because of misery.