| Chapter 88 |
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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 dead rise up and praise you? Selah. |
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Is your lovingkindness 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. Psalm 89 A contemplation by Ethan, the Ezrahite. |