Psalms 88:3-17

³For my soule is filled with euils, and my life draweth neere to the graue.

⁴I am counted among them that go downe vnto the pit, and am as a man without strength:

⁵Free among the dead, like the slaine lying in the graue, whome thou remembrest no more, and they are cut off from thine hand.

⁶Thou hast layde me in the lowest pit, in darkenes, and in the deepe.

⁷Thine indignation lyeth vpon me, and thou hast vexed me with all thy waues. Selah.

⁸Thou hast put away mine acquaintance farre from me, and made mee to be abhorred of them: I am shut vp, and cannot get foorth.

⁹Mine eye is sorowfull through mine affliction: Lord, I call dayly vpon thee: I stretch out mine hands vnto thee.

¹⁰Wilt thou shewe a miracle to the dead? or shall the dead rise and prayse thee? Selah.

¹¹Shall thy louing kindenes be declared in the graue? or thy faithfulnes in destruction?

¹²Shall thy wonderous workes be knowen in the darke? and thy righteousnes in the land of obliuion?

¹³But vnto thee haue I cryed, O Lord, and early shall my prayer come before thee.

¹⁴Lord, why doest thou reiect my soule, and hidest thy face from me?

¹⁵I am afflicted and at the point of death: from my youth I suffer thy terrours, doubting of my life.

¹⁶Thine indignations goe ouer me, and thy feare hath cut me off.

¹⁷They came round about me dayly like water, and compassed me together.