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Lord, the God of my salvation, I call out by day;
    at night I cry aloud in your presence.(A)
Let my prayer come before you;
    incline your ear to my cry.(B)
[a]For my soul is filled with troubles;(C)
    my life draws near to Sheol.
I am reckoned with those who go down to the pit;
    I am like a warrior without strength.
My couch is among the dead,
    like the slain who lie in the grave.
You remember them no more;
    they are cut off from your influence.
You plunge me into the bottom of the pit,
    into the darkness of the abyss.
Your wrath lies heavy upon me;
    all your waves crash over me.(D)
Selah

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Footnotes

  1. 88:4–8 In imagination the psalmist already experiences the alienation of Sheol.