Psalms 87

 1 A Canticle Psalm to the sons of Korah. Unto the end. For Mahalath, to answer the understanding of Heman the Ezrahite 2 O Lord, God of my salvation: I have cried out, day and night, in your presence 3 Let my prayer enter in your sight. Incline your ear to my petition 4 For my soul has been filled with evils, and my life has drawn near to Hell 5 I am considered to be among those who will descend into the pit. I have become like a man without assistance 6 idle among the dead. I am like the wounded sleeping in sepulchers, whom you no longer remember, and who have been repelled by your hand 7 They have lain me in the lower pit: in dark places and in the shadow of death 8 Your fury has been confirmed over me. And you have brought all your waves upon me 9 You have sent my acquaintances far from me. They have set me as an abomination to themselves. I was handed over, yet I did not depart 10 My eyes languished before destitution. All day long, I cried out to you, O Lord. I stretched out my hands to you 11 Will you perform wonders for the dead? Or will physicians raise to life, and so confess to you 12 Could anyone declare your mercy in the sepulcher, or your truth from within perdition 13 Will your wonders be known in the darkness, or your justice in the land of oblivion 14 And I have cried out to you, O Lord, and in early morning, my prayer will come before you 15 Lord, why do you reject my prayer? Why do you turn your face away from me 16 I am poor, and I have been amid hardships from my youth. And, though I have been exalted, I am humbled and disturbed 17 Your wrath has crossed into me, and your terrors have disturbed me 18 They have surrounded me like water, all day long. They have surrounded me, all at once 19 Friend and neighbor, and my acquaintances, you have sent far away from me, away from misery