Psalm 88

Lord God, my saviour, I cry out all day
At night in secret I come before you weeping.
Hear my prayer and listen to my cry for help!

So many troubles have fallen on me that I am close to death.
I am like all others who are about to die,
All my strength is gone.

I am abandoned among the dead.
I am like the slain lying in their graves
Forgotten completely and beyond human help.

My friends have abondoned me.
I am repulsive to them.
I am closed in and connot escape.

My eyes are weak from suffering.
Lord, every day I call to you
And now I lift my heart to you in prayer.

Do you perform miracles for those cast off as dead?
Are your miracles seen in that place of darkness
Or your goodness in the land of the forgotten?

Lord I call to you for help. Constantly I pray to you.
Why do you seem to reject me Lord?
Have you turned away from me?

Ever since I was young, I suffered.
I have been near to death;
I am worn out with the burden of cruelty,
Crushed by terrible acts that destroy me physically and mentally.

All day long my enemies surround me like a flood.
They close in on me from every side.
Even my closest friends and family have abondoned me
Darkness and fear are my only companions.

I bow down before you.
Have mercy on me Lord in your kindness.

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