Psalm 88

I Cry'd before thee day and night,
Lord God my saving aid:
O let my cries come in thy sight,
And all the pray'rs I pray'd;
Incline thin ear unto my cry.
My soul is fill'd with woes:
My life unto the grave drawes nigh
Because opprest with those.
Numbred with them that pass down-right,
The path to pit they tread:
I'm like a man that hath no might,
And free among the dead.
Even like slain men's my present state,
Which in the grave do rot;
Which from thy hand are separate,
And utterly forgot.
Thou hast me laid in lowest caves,
Beneath deep darkness barr'd:
Afflicting me with all thy waves,
Thy wrath doth press me hard.
My 'quaintance far remov'd thou hast,
And made them me abhor:
As one whom, now shut up so fast,
There's no redemption for.

2. Part.
MIne eye laments a burd'nous load,
Of sorrows multipli'd:
Lord I have stretch'd my hands abroad,
To thee I daily cry'd;
Intend'st thou, Lord, said I, to shew
Thy wonders to the dead:
Shall dead men rise again, that so
Thy praises may be spread?
Shall we thy loving kindness, Lord,
Within the grave express:
Shall in destruction men record
Thy truth and faithfulness?
Shall we in darkness understand
Thy wonders manifold:
And in oblivions cloudy land
Thy righteousness behold?
I'th' morning I to thee will pray,
Yea, Lord I cry'd to thee:
Why dost thou cast my soul away,
Why hide thy face from mee?
I am afflicted like to die,
Suffring from youth to age;
I am distracted, while that I
Indure such wrath and rage:
Thy fierce displeasure o'r me goes
Thy terrours cut me down;
And every day they me inclose,
As streams that threat to drown:
They all together me invade.
Thou sep'rat'st friend and lover:
And darkness with it's misty shade
Doth my acquaintance cover.