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Psalm 88

A song. A psalm of the Korahites. For the music leader. According to “Mahalath Leannoth.”[a] A maskil[b] of Heman the Ezrahite.

88 Lord, God of my salvation,
    by day I cry out,
    even at night, before you—
    let my prayer reach you!
Turn your ear to my outcry
    because my whole being[c] is filled with distress;
    my life is at the very brink of hell.[d]

I am considered as one of those plummeting into the pit.
    I am like those who are beyond help,
    drifting among the dead,
    lying in the grave, like dead bodies—
    those you don’t remember anymore,
    those who are cut off from your power.
You placed me down in the deepest pit,
    in places dark and deep.
Your anger smothers me;
    you subdue me with it, wave after wave. Selah
You’ve made my friends distant.
    You’ve made me disgusting to them.
    I can’t escape. I’m trapped!
My eyes are tired of looking at my suffering.
    I’ve been calling out to you every day, Lord
    I’ve had my hands outstretched to you!

10 Do you work wonders for the dead?
    Do ghosts rise up and give you thanks? Selah

11 Is your faithful love proclaimed in the grave,
    your faithfulness in the underworld?[e]
12 Are your wonders known in the land of darkness,
    your righteousness in the land of oblivion?

13 But I cry out to you, Lord!
    My prayer meets you first thing in the morning!
14 Why do you reject my very being, Lord?
    Why do you hide your face from me?
15 Since I was young I’ve been afflicted, I’ve been dying.
    I’ve endured your terrors. I’m lifeless.
16 Your fiery anger has overwhelmed me;
    your terrors have destroyed me.
17 They surround me all day long like water;
    they engulf me completely.
18 You’ve made my loved ones and companions distant.
    My only friend is darkness.

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 88:1 Heb uncertain
  2. Psalm 88:1 Perhaps instruction
  3. Psalm 88:3 Or soul, also in 88:14
  4. Psalm 88:3 Heb Sheol
  5. Psalm 88:11 Heb Abaddon

This psalm is a song that the sons of Korah wrote for the music leader. Use special music. It is a special song by Heman the Ezrahite.

A sad cry[a]

88 Lord, you are the God who rescues me.
I call out to you in the day,
    and I pray for help at night.
Please listen to my prayer!
    I am calling to you for help!
There is a lot of trouble in my life.
    I feel that I am near to death.
People see me as if I am already in my grave.
    I feel completely helpless.
I am the same as people who have died.
    Their bodies already lie in their graves.
You do not remember them any more
    You cannot use your power to help them.
You have put me in the deep hole of death,
    far down in a very dark place.
Your anger is very heavy on me.
It is like the waves of the sea that knock me down.
You have caused my best friends
    to keep away from me.
They do not even want to look at me.
A trap has caught me
    and I cannot escape.
My eyes have become weak
    because I am so sad.
Lord, every day I call to you for help.
    I lift my hands up to you as I pray.
10 Your great miracles do not help dead people!
    Dead people cannot get up and praise you!
Selah.
11 People in their graves
    cannot talk about your faithful love!
In the world of death,
    they cannot say how faithful you are.
12 In those dark places,
    they do not see your miracles.
In that place where people forget everything,
    they cannot know about the good things that you do.
13 But as for me, Lord,
    I call to you for help.
Every morning I pray to you.
14 Lord, why do you throw me out?
    Why do you turn away from me?
15 Since I was young, I have been in pain.
    I have always been near to death.
You have caused bad troubles to frighten me,
    so that I feel helpless.
16 Your anger is too much for me!
    You are attacking me and destroying me!
17 The troubles that you send are all round me,
    like a flood of deep water.
They come very near to me,
    on every side.
18 You cause my friends and my neighbours
    to stay away from me.
All that I have near to me is darkness.

Footnotes

  1. 88:1 This psalm is the saddest of the psalms. The writer prays, but God does not seem to listen. God seems only to send more trouble to him. He cannot see how things may get better. If we sometimes feel the same way, it is good to use this psalm to speak to God. It helps us to speak aloud what we feel.