PsaumesChapitre 88

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A song. A psalm of the sons of Korah. For the choirmaster: according to Mahalath Leannoth. A maskil of Heman the Ezrahite.
LORD, God of my salvation, by day I cry out, by night I come before you.
Let my prayer reach your presence; turn your ear to my cry.
For my soul is full of troubles, and my life has come to the edge of Sheol.* [*Sheol: the realm of the dead]
I am counted among those who go down to the pit; I have become like a man with no strength left,
set loose among the dead, like the slain who lie in the tomb, whom you remember no more, cut off from your hand.
You have laid me in the lowest pit, in dark places, in the depths.
Your wrath lies heavy upon me; you have overwhelmed me with all your waves. Selah
You have driven my friends far from me; you have made me a horror to them. I am shut in and cannot escape.
My eyes are worn out from affliction. I call to you, LORD, every day; I spread out my hands to you.
Do you work wonders for the dead? Do the departed rise up to praise you? Selah
Is your mercy declared in the grave, your faithfulness in the place of ruin?
Are your wonders known in the darkness, your righteousness in the land of oblivion?
But I cry to you for help, LORD; in the morning my prayer comes before you.
Why, LORD, do you reject me? Why do you hide your face from me?
From my youth I have been afflicted and close to death; I have borne your terrors, and I am at my wits' end.
Your burning anger has swept over me; your terrors have destroyed me.
All day long they surround me like water; together they close in on me.
You have taken from me friend and neighbor; darkness is my only companion.