Psalm 87 — The Holy Bible

An ode of a psalm for the sons of Korah; for the End, for the Mahalath to respond; understanding for Heman the Israelite.

O Lord God of my salvation,

I cry day and night before You.

Let my prayer come before You;

Incline Your ear to my supplication, O Lord.

For my soul is filled with sorrows,

And my soul draws near to Hades;

I am counted among those who go down into the pit;

I am like a helpless man, free among the dead,

Like slain men thrown down and sleeping in a grave,

Whom You remember no more,

But they are removed from Your hand.

They laid me in the lowest pit,

In dark places and in the shadow of death.

Your wrath rested upon me,

And You brought all Your billows over me.

(Pause)

You removed my acquaintances far from me;

They made me an abomination among themselves;

I was betrayed, and did not go forth.

My eyes weakened from poverty;

O Lord, I cry to You the whole day long;

I spread out my hands to You.

Will You work wonders for the dead?

Or will physicians raise them up, and acknowledge You?

Shall anyone in the grave describe Your mercy

And Your truth in destruction?

Shall Your wonders be known in darkness,

And Your righteousness in a forgotten land?

But I cry to You, O Lord,

And in the morning my prayer shall come near to You.

Why, O Lord, do You reject my soul,

And turn away Your face from me?

I am poor and in troubles from my youth;

But having been exalted, I was humbled and brought into despair.

Your fierce anger passed over me,

And Your terrors greatly troubled me;

They compassed me like water all the day long;

They surrounded me at once.

You removed far from me neighbor and friend,

And my acquaintances because of my misery.