Psalm 88 (Domine Deus)

My God, my Lord, my help, my health;
To thee my cry
Doth restles fly,
Both when of sunn the day
The treasures doth display,
And night locks up his golden wealth.

Admit! to presence what I crave:
O bow thine eare
My cry to heare,
Whose soule with ills and woes
So flowes, soe overflowes,
That now my life drawes nigh the grave.

With them that fall into the pitt
I stand esteem'd:
Quite forcelesse deem'd,
As one who free from strife,
And sturr of mortall life,
Among the dead at rest doth sitt.

Right like unto the murdred sort,
Who in the grave
Their biding have;
Who now thou dost no more
Remember as before,
Quite, quite cut off from thy support.

Throwne downe into the grave of graves
In darknes deepe
Thou dost me keepe:
Where lightning of thy wrath
Upon me lighted hath,
All overwhelm'd with all thy waves.

Who did know me, whome I did know,
Remov'd by thee
Are gone from me,
Are gone? that is the best:
They all me so detest,
That now abrode I blush to goe.

My wasted eye doth melt away,
Fleeting amaine,
In streames of paine,
While I my praiers send,
While I my hands extend,
To thee my God, and faile noe day.

Alas, my Lord, wilt then be tyme,
When men are dead,
Thy truth to spread?
Shall they, whom death hath slaine,
To praise thee live againe,
And from their lowly lodgings clime?

Shall buried mouthes thy mercies tell?
Dust and decay
Thy truth display?
And shall thy workes of mark
Shine in the dreadfull dark?
Thy justice where oblivions dwell?

Good reason then I cry to thee,
And ere the light
Salute my sight,
My plaint to thee direct:
Lord why dost thou reject
My soule, and hide thy face from me?

Ay me, alas, I faint, I dy,
So still, so still
Thou dost me fill,
And hast from yongest yeares,
With terrifying feares,
That I in traunce amaz'd doe ly.

All over me thy furies past:
Thy feares my mind
Doe fettring bind,
Flowing about me soe,
As flocking waters flow,
No day can overrun their haste,

Who erst to me were neare and deare,
Far now, O farr
Disjoyned are:
And when I would them see,
Who my acquaintance be,
As darknesse they to me appeare.