Psalms 87

¹A Canticle of a Psalm, to the children of Core, unto the end, for Maheleth to answer, of understanding to Eman the Ezrahite.

²O Lord the God of my salvation: in the day have I cried, and in the night before thee.

³Let my prayer enter in thy sight: incline thine ear to my petition.

⁴Because my soul is replenished with evils: & my life hath approached to hell.

⁵I am accounted with them that descend into the lake. I am become as a man without help,

⁶free 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.

⁷They have put me in the lower lake: in the dark places, and in the shadow of death.

⁸Thy fury is confirmed upon me: and all thy waves thou hast brought in upon me.

⁹Thou hast made my familiars far from me: they have put me abomination to themselves. I was delivered and came not forth:

¹⁰mine eyes languished for poverty. I cried to thee o Lord all the day: I stretched out my hands to thee.

¹¹Wilt thou do marvels to the dead: or shall physicians raise to life, and they confess to thee?

¹²Shall any in the sepulchre declare thy mercy, and thy truth in perdition?

¹³Shall thy marvelous works be known in darkness: and thy justice in the land of oblivion.

¹⁴And I o Lord have cried to thee: and in the morning shall my prayer prevent thee.

¹⁵Why doest thou, o Lord, reject my prayer: turnest away thy face from me?

¹⁶I am poor, and in labours from my youth: and being exalted, humbled, and troubled.

¹⁷Thy wraths have passed upon me: and thy terrors have troubled me.

¹⁸They have compassed me as water all the day: they compassed me together.

¹⁹Thou hast made friend, and neighbour far from me and my familiars because of misery.