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Psalm 88. Domine, Deus.
O LORD God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before
thee: * O let my prayer enter into thy presence, incline thine
ear unto my calling;
2 For my soul is full of trouble, * and my life draweth nigh
unto the grave.
3 I am counted as one of them that go down into the pit, * and
I am even as a man that hath no strength;
4 Cast off among the dead, like unto them that are slain, and
lie in the grave, * who are out of remembrance, and are cut away
from thy hand.
5 Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, * in a place of darkness,
and in the deep.
6 Thine indignation lieth hard upon me, * and thou hast vexed
me with all thy storms.
7 Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me, * and made
me to be abhorred of them.
8 I am so fast in prison * that I cannot get forth.
9 My sight faileth for very trouble; * LORD, I have called daily
upon thee, I have stretched forth my hands unto thee.
10 Dost thou show wonders among the dead? * or shall the dead
rise up again, and praise thee?
11 Shall thy loving-kindness be showed in the grave? * or thy
faithfulness in destruction?
12 Shall thy wondrous works be known in the dark? * and thy righteousness
in the land where all things are forgotten?
13 Unto thee have I cried, O LORD; * and early shall my prayer
come before thee.
14 LORD, why abhorrest thou my soul, * and hidest thou thy face
from me?
15 I am in misery, and like unto him that is at the point to
die; * even from my youth up, thy terrors have I suffered with
a troubled mind.
16 Thy wrathful displeasure goeth over me, * and the fear of
thee hath undone me.
17 They came round about me daily like water, * and compassed
me together on every side.
18 My lovers and friends hast thou put away from me, * and hid
mine acquaintance out of my sight.
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