I Cry Out before You

1A song, the psalme of the sonnes of Corach, to the chiefe musition vpon Mahalath Leannoth, a wise instruction of Heman the Ezrahite. O God the Lorde of my saluation, I crye day and night before thee:

2(88:1) let my prayer enter into thy presence, encline thyne eare vnto my crying.

3(88:2) For my soule is full of miserie: and my life toucheth the graue.

4(88:3) I am counted as one of them that go downe vnto the pit: and I am nowe become a man that hath no strength.

5(88:4) I am free among the dead: like such as beyng kylled lye in a graue, whom thou remembrest no more, and are cut away from thy hande.

6(88:5) Thou hast layde me in the lowest pit: in darknes and in deepenes.

7(88:6) Thyne indignation sore presseth me: and thou hast vexed me with all thy stormes. Selah.

8(88:7) Thou hast put away myne acquaintaunce farre from me, and made me to be abhorred of them: I am shut vp, I can not get foorth.

9(88:8) My sight fayleth through my affliction O God: I haue called dayly vpon thee, I haue stretched out mine handes vnto thee.

10(88:9) Wylt thou worke a miracle amongst the dead? or shal the dead rise vp againe and acknowledge thee? Selah.

11(88:10) Shall thy louing kindnes be talked of in the graue? or thy faythfulnes in destruction?

12(88:11) Shall thy wonderous workes be knowen in the darke? and thy righteousnes in the lande of forgetfulnes?

13(88:12) But vnto thee do I crye O God: and my prayer commeth early in the morning before thee.

14(88:13) O God, why abhorrest thou my soule: and why hidest thou thy face from me?

15(88:14) I am in miserie, I labour euen from my youth with the panges of death: I haue suffered thy terrours, and I am styll in doubt.

16(88:15) Thyne indignation hath gone ouer me: and thy terrours haue vndone me.

17(88:16) They came rounde about me dayly lyke water: and compassed me altogether on euery syde.

18(88:17) Thou hast put a way farre from me my frende and neighbour: thou hast hid mine acquaintaunce out of sight.