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Psalms.
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Chapter 88.
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A Song. A Psalm by the sons of Korah. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “The Suffering of Affliction.” A contemplation by Heman, the Ezrahite. Yahweh, the God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before you.
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Let my prayer enter into your presence. Turn your ear to my cry.
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For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol.
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I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,
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set apart among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.
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You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.
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Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.
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You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can’t escape.
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My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.
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Do you show wonders to the dead? Do the departed spirits rise up and praise you? Selah.
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Is your loving kindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction?
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Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
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But to you, Yahweh, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you.
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Yahweh, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?
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I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
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Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
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They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me.
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You have put lover and friend far from me, and my friends into darkness.
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