Psalms

Chapter 87

A faithful person sore and long afflicted, lamentably complaineth, praying God, ℣.15 not still to repel him, being left desolate ℣.19 without all consolation of friends.

1
Acanticle of a Psalm, to the children of Core, unto the end, for Maheleth to answer, of understanding to Eman the Ezrahite.
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O Lord the God of my salvation: in the day have I cried, and in the night before thee.
3
Let my prayer enter in thy sight: incline thine ear to my petition.
4
Because my soul is replenished with evils: & my life hath approached to hell.
5
I am accounted with them that descend into the lake. I am become as a man without help,
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free among the dead, as the wounded sleeping in the sepulchres, of whom thou art mindful no more: and they are cast off from thy hand.
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They have put me in the lower lake: in the dark places, and in the shadow of death.
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Thy fury is confirmed upon me: and all thy waves thou hast brought in upon me.
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Thou hast made my familiars far from me: they have put me abomination to themselves. I was delivered and came not forth:
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mine eyes languished for poverty. I cried to thee o Lord all the day: I stretched out my hands to thee.
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Wilt thou do marvels to the dead: or shall physicians raise to life, and they confess to thee?
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Shall any in the sepulchre declare thy mercy, and thy truth in perdition?
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Shall thy marvelous works be known in darkness: and thy justice in the land of oblivion.
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And I o Lord have cried to thee: and in the morning shall my prayer prevent thee.
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Why doest thou, o Lord, reject my prayer: turnest away thy face from me?
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I am poor, and in labours from my youth: and being exalted, humbled, and troubled.
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Thy wraths have passed upon me: and thy terrors have troubled me.
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They have compassed me as water all the day: they compassed me together.
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Thou hast made friend, and neighbour far from me and my familiars because of misery.