Psalms 88

Great^{(i) 1} A song and Psalme of the sonnes of Corah, to the chaunter vpon Mahelath, to geue thankes: an instruccion of Heman the Ezrahyte. O lorde God of my saluacion, I haue cryed daye and nyght before the: Oh let my prayer entre into thy presence, encline thyne eare vnto my callynge. ² For my soule is full of trouble, and my lyfe draweth nye vnto hell. ³ I am counted as one of them that go downe vnto the pytte, and I haue bene euen as a man that hath no strength. ⁴ Fre amonge the deed, lyke vnto them that be wounded lye in the graue, whych be out of remebraunce, and are cut awaye from thy hande: ⁵ Thou hast layed me in the lowest pytt, in a place of darcknesse and in the depe. ⁶ Thyne indignacyon lyeth harde vpon me, and thou hast vexed me wyth all thy stormes. Selah. ⁷ Thou hast put awaye myne acquaintaunce farre fro me, and made me to be abhorred of them: ⁸ I am so fast in preson, that I can not get forth. ⁹ My syght fayleth for very trouble: Lorde I haue called dayly vpon the, I haue stretched out myne handes vnto the. ¹⁰ Doest thou shewe wonders amonge the deed? Or shall the deed ryse vp agayne, and prayse the? ¹¹ Shall thy louynge kyndnes be shewed in the graue, or thy faythfulnesse in destruccion? ¹² Shall thy wonderous workes be knowen in the darcke, and thy ryghtuousnes in the lande where all thynges are forgotten? ¹³ Unto the haue I cryed O Lorde, and early shall my prayer come before the. ¹⁴ Lorde, why abhorrest thou my soule? and hydest thou thy face fro me? ¹⁵ I am in mysery, & lyke vnto hym that is at the poynt to dye (euen fro my youth vp) thy terrours haue I suffred with a troubled mynde. ¹⁶ Thy wrathfull dyspleasure goeth ouer me, and the feare of the hath vndone me. ¹⁷ They came rounde about me daylye lyke water, and compassed me together on euery syde. ¹⁸ My louers and frendes hast thou put awaye fro me, and hyd myne acquayntaunce out of my syght.