Psalm 88 — Psalms 88:3–9

For my soul is full of troubles,
And my life draweth nigh unto Sheol.

I am reckoned with them that go down into the pit;
I am as a man that hath no help,

Cast off among the dead,
Like the slain that lie in the grave,
Whom thou rememberest no more,
And they are cut off from thy hand.

Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit,
In dark places, in the deeps.

Thy wrath lieth hard upon me,
And thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves.
[Selah

Thou hast put mine acquaintance far from me;
Thou hast made me an abomination unto them:
I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.

Mine eye wasteth away by reason of affliction:
I have called daily upon thee, O Jehovah;
I have spread forth my hands unto thee.