A song from the Korah family. To the director: About a painful sickness. A maskil of Heman the Ezrahite.
1Lord God, you are my Savior.
I have been praying to you day and night.
2Please pay attention to my prayers.
Listen to my prayers for mercy.
3My soul has had enough of this pain!
I am ready to die.
4People already treat me like a dead man,
like someone too weak to live.
5Look for me among the dead,
like a body in the grave.
I am one of those you have forgotten,
cut off from you and your care.
6You put me in that hole in the ground.
Yes, you put me in that dark place.
7Your anger presses down on me like a heavy weight.
It’s like one wave after another pounding against me. Selah
8You made my friends leave me.
They all avoid me like someone no one wants to touch.
Like a prisoner in my house, I cannot go out.
9My eyes hurt from crying.
Lord, I pray to you constantly!
I lift my arms in prayer to you.
10Do you do miracles for the dead?
Do ghosts rise up and praise you? No! Selah
11The dead in their graves cannot talk about your faithful love.
People in the world of the dead#88:11 the world of the dead Or “Abaddon,” a Hebrew name meaning “death” or “destruction.” See Rev. 9:11. cannot talk about your faithfulness.
12The dead who lie in darkness cannot see the amazing things you do.
Those in the world of the forgotten cannot talk about your goodness.
13Lord, I am asking you to help me!
Early each morning I pray to you.
14Lord, why have you abandoned me?
Why do you refuse to listen to me?
15I have been sick and weak since I was young.
I have suffered your anger, and I am helpless.
16Your anger covers me like a flood.
Your attacks are killing me.
17They surround me on every side.
I feel like a drowning man.
18You caused my friends and loved ones to leave me.
Now darkness is my closest friend.