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Psalms chapter 88

, God who me, I day and night, standing right in front of you.Let my reach you; turn your ear toward my .Because my is saturated with suffering, and I am standing at the edge of the .I am already counted among those going down to the . I have become like someone with — among the dead, like the slain lying in their graves, the ones you no longer remember, forever.You have put me in the , in the .Your presses down on me; you crash after wave over me. You have driven my far away from me. You have made me to them. I am trapped, and there is no way out.My eyes are from grief. Yahweh, I call out to you every single day; I toward you.Do you work for the dead? Do the rise to praise you? SelahIs your declared in the grave? Your in the ?Are your wonders known in the ? Your in the ?But I — I keep crying out to you, Yahweh. my prayer .Yahweh, why do you me? Why do you from me?I have been and close to death since I was young. I have carried your and I .Your has swept over me; your have destroyed me.They surround me like all day long; they .You have driven away and everyone who knew me. .