Psalms 87

¹A Canticle Psalm to the sons of Korah. Unto the end. For Mahalath, to answer the understanding of Heman the Ezrahite

²O Lord, God of my salvation: I have cried out, day and night, in your presence

³Let my prayer enter in your sight. Incline your ear to my petition

⁴For my soul has been filled with evils, and my life has drawn near to Hell

⁵I am considered to be among those who will descend into the pit. I have become like a man without assistance

⁶idle among the dead. I am like the wounded sleeping in sepulchers, whom you no longer remember, and who have been repelled by your hand

⁷They have lain me in the lower pit: in dark places and in the shadow of death

⁸Your fury has been confirmed over me. And you have brought all your waves upon me

⁹You 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

¹⁰My eyes languished before destitution. All day long, I cried out to you, O Lord. I stretched out my hands to you

¹¹Will you perform wonders for the dead? Or will physicians raise to life, and so confess to you

¹²Could anyone declare your mercy in the sepulcher, or your truth from within perdition

¹³Will your wonders be known in the darkness, or your justice in the land of oblivion

¹⁴And I have cried out to you, O Lord, and in early morning, my prayer will come before you

¹⁵Lord, why do you reject my prayer? Why do you turn your face away from me

¹⁶I am poor, and I have been amid hardships from my youth. And, though I have been exalted, I am humbled and disturbed

¹⁷Your wrath has crossed into me, and your terrors have disturbed me

¹⁸They have surrounded me like water, all day long. They have surrounded me, all at once

¹⁹Friend and neighbor, and my acquaintances, you have sent far away from me, away from misery