Psalms 88:4
I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,
I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,
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3For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol.
5set apart among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.
6You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.
10I said, "In the middle of my life I go into the gates of Sheol. I am deprived of the residue of my years."
11I said, "I won't see Yah, Yah in the land of the living. I will see man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
12My dwelling is removed, and is carried away from me like a shepherd's tent. I have rolled up, like a weaver, my life. He will cut me off from the loom. From day even to night you will make an end of me.
3For the enemy pursues my soul. He has struck my life down to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, as those who have been long dead.
4Therefore my spirit is overwhelmed within me. My heart within me is desolate.
14Yahweh, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?
15I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
16Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
14I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.
6I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
7Hurry to answer me, Yahweh. My spirit fails. Don't hide your face from me, so that I don't become like those who go down into the pit.
12I am forgotten from their hearts like a dead man. I am like broken pottery.
8You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can't escape.
19He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.
6He has made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.
1"My spirit is consumed. My days are extinct, And the grave is ready for me.
4I said, 'I have been banished from your sight; yet I will look again toward your holy temple.'
5The waters surrounded me, even to the soul. The deep was around me. The weeds were wrapped around my head.
6I went down to the bottoms of the mountains. The earth barred me in forever: yet have you brought up my life from the pit, Yahweh my God.
1To you, Yahweh, I call. My rock, don't be deaf to me; lest, if you are silent to me, I would become like those who go down into the pit.
4Look on my right, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.
8I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.
3The cords of death surrounded me, the pains of Sheol got a hold of me. I found trouble and sorrow.
6But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised by the people.
17For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me.
10My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
4My heart is severely pained within me. The terrors of death have fallen on me.
11My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.
2I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.
18I said, My strength is perished, and my expectation from Yahweh.
3Yahweh, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
53They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and have cast a stone on me.
54Waters flowed over my head; I said, I am cut off.
4For my iniquities have gone over my head. As a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me.
5The cords of Sheol were around me. The snares of death came on me.
14The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand; They are knit together, they are come up on my neck; he has made my strength to fail: The Lord has delivered me into their hands, against whom I am not able to stand.
16Shall it go down with me to the gates of Sheol, or descend together into the dust?"
9"What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?
13If I look for Sheol as my house, if I have spread my couch in the darkness,
28I go mourning without the sun. I stand up in the assembly, and cry for help.
6The cords of Sheol were around me. The snares of death caught me.
12For innumerable evils have surrounded me. My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up. They are more than the hairs of my head. My heart has failed me.
16"Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.
13"Oh that you would hide me in Sheol, that you would keep me secret, until your wrath is past, that you would appoint me a set time, and remember me!
18For Sheol can't praise you. Death can't celebrate you. Those who go down into the pit can't hope for your truth.