Salmos 88

¹A song; a psalm of the Korahites. For the leader; according to Mahalath. For singing; a maskil of Heman the Ezrahite. I LORD, my God, I call out by day; at night I cry aloud in your presence.

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

³For my soul is filled with troubles; my life draws near to Sheol.

⁴I am reckoned with those who go down to the pit; I am weak, without strength.

⁵My couch is among the dead, with the slain who lie in the grave. You remember them no more; they are cut off from your care.

⁶You plunged me into the bottom of the pit, into the darkness of the abyss.

⁷Your wrath lies heavy upon me; all your waves crash over me. Selah

⁸Because of you my friends shun me; you make me loathsome to them; Caged in, I cannot escape;

⁹my eyes grow dim from trouble. II All day I call on you, LORD; I stretch out my hands to you.

¹⁰Do you work wonders for the dead? Do the shades arise and praise you? Selah

¹¹Is your love proclaimed in the grave, your fidelity in the tomb?

¹²Are your marvels declared in the darkness, your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion?

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

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

¹⁵I am mortally afflicted since youth; lifeless, I suffer your terrible blows.

¹⁶Your wrath has swept over me; your terrors have reduced me to silence.

¹⁷All the day they surge round like a flood; from every side they close in on me.

¹⁸Because of you companions shun me; my only friend is darkness.