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Psalm 88

New Revised Standard NRS

1 O Lord, God of my salvation, when, at night, I cry out in your presence,

2 let my prayer come before you; incline your ear to my cry.

3 For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.

4 I am counted among those who go down to the Pit; I am like those who have no help,

5 like those forsaken among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, like those whom you remember no more, for they are cut off from your hand.

6 You have put me in the depths of the Pit, in the regions dark and deep.

7 Your wrath lies heavy upon me, and you overwhelm me with all your waves. (Selah)

8 You have caused my companions to shun me; you have made me a thing of horror to them. I am shut in so that I cannot escape;

9 my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call on you, O Lord; I spread out my hands to you.

10 Do you work wonders for the dead? Do the shades rise up to praise you? (Selah)

11 Is your steadfast love declared in the grave, or your faithfulness in Abaddon?

12 Are your wonders known in the darkness, or your saving help in the land of forgetfulness?

13 But I, O Lord, cry out to you; in the morning my prayer comes before you.

14 O Lord, why do you cast me off? Why do you hide your face from me?

15 Wretched and close to death from my youth up, I suffer your terrors; I am desperate.

16 Your wrath has swept over me; your dread assaults destroy me.

17 They surround me like a flood all day long; from all sides they close in on me.

18 You have caused friend and neighbor to shun me; my companions are in darkness.

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.