Psalm 87–88

Psalm LXXXVII.

A Psalm or Song for the sons of Korah.

His ^afoundation is in ^bthe holy mountains.

²The Lord ^cloveth the gates of Zion

More than all the dwellings of Jacob.

³Glorious things are spoken of thee,

O ^dcity of God. Selah.

⁴I will make mention of ^eRahab and ^fBabylon ^gto them that know me:

Behold Philistia, and Tyre, with ^hEthiopia;

This man was born ⁱthere.

⁵And of ⁱZion it shall be said, This and that man was born in her:

And the Highest himself shall establish her.

⁶The Lord shall ^kcount, when he ^lwriteth up the people,

That this man was born there. Selah.

⁷As well the singers as the ^mplayers on instruments shall be there:

All my springs are in thee.

Psalm LXXXVIII.

A Song or Psalm for the sons of Korah. To the chief Musician upon Mahalath Lennoth, Maschil of Heman the Ezrahite.

O Lord ^aGod of my salvation,

I have ^bcried day and night before thee:

²Let my prayer come before thee:

^cIncline thine ear unto my cry;

³For my soul is full of troubles:

And ^dmy life draweth nigh unto ^ethe grave.

⁴I am counted ^fwith them that go down into the pit:

I am as a man that hath no strength:

⁵Free among the dead,

Like the slain that lie in the grave,

Whom thou ^grememberest no more:

And they are ^hcut off from thy hand.

⁶Thou hast laid me in ⁱthe lowest pit,

^kIn darkness, in ^lthe deeps.

⁷Thy wrath lieth hard upon me,

And thou hast afflicted me with ^mall thy waves. Selah.

⁸Thou hast put away ⁿmine acquaintance far from me;

Thou hast made me ^oan abomination unto them:

I am ^pshut up, ^qand I cannot come forth.

^9rMine eye mourneth by reason of affliction:

Lord, ^sI have called daily upon thee,

^tI have stretched out my hands unto thee.

^10gWilt thou ^ushew wonders to the dead?

Shall ^xthe dead arise and praise thee? Selah.

¹¹Shall thy lovingkindness ^gbe declared in the grave?

Or thy faithfulness in ^ydestruction?

¹²Shall ^zthy wonders be known in ^athe dark?

And thy righteousness in the land of ^bforgetfulness?

¹³But ^cunto thee have I cried, O Lord;

And ^din the morning shall my prayer ^eprevent thee.

¹⁴Lord, why ^fcastest thou off my soul?

Why ^ghidest thou thy face from me?

¹⁵I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up:

While I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.

¹⁶Thy fierce wrath ^hgoeth over me;

Thy ⁱterrors have cut me off.

^17jThey came round about me daily like water;

They ^kcompassed me about together.

^18lLover and friend ^mhast thou put far from me,

And ^mmine acquaintance into ⁿdarkness.