Psalms
A song, a melody of the sons of Koʹrah. To the director over Maʹha·lath* for making responses. Masʹkil* of Heʹman+ the Ezʹra·hite.
88 O Jehovah, the God of my salvation,+
By day I have cried out,+
In the night [also] in front of you.+
4 I have been reckoned in among those going down to the pit;+
I have become like an able-bodied man without strength,+
5 Set free among the dead themselves,+
Like slain ones lying in the burial place,+
Whom you have remembered no longer
And who have been severed from your own [helping] hand.+
7 Upon me your rage has thrown itself,+
And with all your breaking waves you have afflicted [me].+ Seʹlah.
8 You have put my acquaintances far away from me;+
You have set me as something very detestable to them.+
I am under restraint and cannot go forth.+
9 My own eye has languished because of my affliction.+
I have called on you, O Jehovah, all day long;+
To you I have spread out my palms.+
10 For those who are dead will you do a marvel?+
Or will those impotent in death* themselves arise,+
Will they laud you?+ Seʹlah.
12 Will a marvel by you be known in the darkness itself,+
Or your righteousness in the land of oblivion?+
13 And yet to you, O Jehovah, I myself have cried for help,+
And in the morning my own prayer keeps confronting you.+