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Bshps PSA Chapter 88

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88 A song, the psalme of the sonnes of Corach, to the chiefe musition vpon Mahalath Leannoth, a wise instruction of Heman the Ezrahite. O God the Lorde of my saluation, I crye day and night before thee: 2 let my prayer enter into thy presence, encline thyne eare vnto my crying. 3 For my soule is full of miserie: and my life toucheth the graue. 4 I am counted as one of them that go downe vnto the pit: and I am nowe become a man that hath no strength. 5 I am free among the dead: like such as beyng kylled lye in a graue, whom thou remembrest no more, and are cut away from thy hande. 6 Thou hast layde me in the lowest pit: in darknes and in deepenes. 7 Thyne indignation sore presseth me: and thou hast vexed me with all thy stormes. Selah. 8 Thou hast put away myne acquaintaunce farre from me, and made me to be abhorred of them: I am shut vp, I can not get foorth. 9 My sight fayleth through my affliction O God: I haue called dayly vpon thee, I haue stretched out mine handes vnto thee. 10 Wylt thou worke a miracle amongst the dead? or shal the dead rise vp againe and acknowledge thee? Selah. 11 Shall thy louing kindnes be talked of in the graue? or thy faythfulnes in destruction? 12 Shall thy wonderous workes be knowen in the darke? and thy righteousnes in the lande of forgetfulnes? 13 But vnto thee do I crye O God: and my prayer commeth early in the morning before thee. 14 O God, why abhorrest thou my soule: and why hidest thou thy face from me? 15 I am in miserie, I labour euen from my youth with the panges of death: I haue suffered thy terrours, and I am styll in doubt. 16 Thyne indignation hath gone ouer me: and thy terrours haue vndone me. 17 They came rounde about me dayly lyke water: and compassed me altogether on euery syde. 18 Thou hast put a way farre from me my frende and neighbour: thou hast hid mine acquaintaunce out of sight.