Psalm 88 For the humiliation of the proud. Fall of the potentates; collapse of thrones. Against social inequities, looting and panics.

Updated : Sat 13 Nov 2021 AM (UTC +1)

Cette prière en Français | Esta oración en Español |

Psalm 88
1 Song. Psalm. Of the sons of Korea. From the singing master. For the disease. For affliction. Poem. From Hémân the native.
2 Yahweh, the God of my salvation, when I cry before you in the night,
3 May my prayer come to you, listen to my sobs.
4 For my soul is full of evils, and my life is on the edge of Sheol;
5 already counted as descended into the pit, I'm a finished man
6 Dismissed to the dead, like those who are slain in the grave, whom you no longer remember and who are cut off from your hand.
7 Thou hast put me in the depths of the pit, in darkness, in the depths;
8 weigh your anger upon me, you pour out all your waves.
9 Thou hast made my companions far from me; thou hast made me an abomination to them; I am locked up and cannot get out,

10 my eye is worn out by misfortune. I call you, Yahweh, all day long, I stretch out my hands to you
11 "For the dead do you do wonders, do the shadows rise to praise you?
12 Do they speak of your love in the grave, of your truth instead of perdition?
13 Do you know your wonders and your righteousness in the land of oblivion in the dark ...? "
14 And I cry to you, Yahweh, in the morning, my prayer warns you;
15 Why, Yahweh, do you reject my soul, hide your face far from me?
16 Unhappy and dying from my childhood, I have endured your fear, I am at the end of the line;
17 your anger has passed over me; your terror has reduced me to nothing.
18 They surround me like water all day long, close around me all together.
19 You separate friends and relatives from me; my company is darkness.

Cette prière en Français | Esta oración en Español |

Share this prayer with a friend: