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Psalm 88

New International Version NIV

1 LORD, you are the God who saves me; day and night I cry out to you.

2 May my prayer come before you; turn your ear to my cry.

3 I am overwhelmed with troubles and my life draws near to death.

4 I am counted among those who go down to the pit; I am like one without strength.

5 I am set apart with the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more, who are cut off from your care.

6 You have put me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.

7 Your wrath lies heavily on me; you have overwhelmed me with all your waves.

8 You have taken from me my closest friends and have made me repulsive to them. I am confined and cannot escape;

9 my eyes are dim with grief. I call to you, LORD, every day; I spread out my hands to you.

10 Do you show your wonders to the dead? Do their spirits rise up and praise you?

11 Is your love declared in the grave, your faithfulness in Destruction ?

12 Are your wonders known in the place of darkness, or your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion?

13 But I cry to you for help, LORD; in the morning my prayer comes before you.

14 Why, LORD, do you reject me and hide your face from me?

15 From my youth I have suffered and been close to death; I have borne your terrors and am in despair.

16 Your wrath has swept over me; your terrors have destroyed me.

17 All day long they surround me like a flood; they have completely engulfed me.

18 You have taken from me friend and neighbor— darkness is my closest friend.

The Message Bible MSG

1 God, you're my last chance of the day. I spend the night on my knees before you.

2 Put me on your salvation agenda; take notes on the trouble I'm in.

3 I've had my fill of trouble; I'm camped on the edge of hell.

4 I'm written off as a lost cause, one more statistic, a hopeless case.

5 Abandoned as already dead, one more body in a stack of corpses, And not so much as a gravestone - I'm a black hole in oblivion.

6 You've dropped me into a bottomless pit, sunk me in a pitch-black abyss.

7 I'm battered senseless by your rage, relentlessly pounded by your waves of anger.

8 You turned my friends against me, made me horrible to them. I'm caught in a maze and can't find my way out,

9 blinded by tears of pain and frustration. I call to you, God; all day I call. I wring my hands, I plead for help.

10 Are the dead a live audience for your miracles? Do ghosts ever join the choirs that praise you?

11 Does your love make any difference in a graveyard? Is your faithful presence noticed in the corridors of hell?

12 Are your marvelous wonders ever seen in the dark, your righteous ways noticed in the Land of No Memory?

13 I'm standing my ground, God, shouting for help, at my prayers every morning, on my knees each daybreak.

14 Why, God, do you turn a deaf ear? Why do you make yourself scarce?

15 For as long as I remember I've been hurting; I've taken the worst you can hand out, and I've had it.

16 Your wildfire anger has blazed through my life; I'm bleeding, black and blue.

17 You've attacked me fiercely from every side, raining down blows till I'm nearly dead.

18 You made lover and neighbor alike dump me; the only friend I have left is Darkness.