Psalm 88 Tuesday Midday 4. Friday Compline
Yahweh, my God, my Savior, * day and night I cry to you.
May my prayer come before you; * turn your ear to my cry.
For my soul is full of troubles, * and my life has reached Sheol.
I am listed as gone down to the Pit; * I have become a strengthless man.
In Death-Land is my mat * just like the slaughtered * my couch is in the Grave,
where you remember them no longer, * since they are cut off from your love.
You have plunged me into the lowest Pit, * into regions dark and deep.
Your rage weighs heavy on me, * and with all your outbursts you afflict me.
You have taken my companions away from me, * made me an abomination to them.
Imprisoned, I cannot escape; * my eyes grow dim through affliction.
I call to you daily, Yahweh; * I spread out my hands to you.
Do you work marvels for the dead; * do the departed rise up to praise you?
Is your kindness declared in the Grave, * your fidelity in Abaddon?
Are your marvels made known in the Darkness, * your generosity in the Land of Forgetfulness?
But I am calling to you, Yahweh, * at dawn let my prayer come before you.
Why, Yahweh, do you rebuff me; * why do you turn your face from me?
Afflicted and groaning, I die; * I suffer from the terrors of your torture.
Your furies have swept over me; * your dread assaults have destroyed me.
They surround me like a flood * all day long * they close in on me when I'm alone.
You have taken far away my friendly neighbors; * my only companion is the Darkness.
End of Tues Midday 4