87:1 His foundation is in the holy mountains.
87:2 Yahweh loves the gates of Zion more than all the dwellings of Jacob.
87:3 Glorious things are spoken about you, city of God. Selah.
87:4 I will record Rahab and Babylon among those who acknowledge me. Behold, Philistia, Tyre, and also Ethiopia: “This one was born there.”
87:5 Yes, of Zion it will be said, “This one and that one was born in her;” the Most High himself will establish her.
87:6 Yahweh will count, when he writes up the peoples, “This one was born there.” Selah.
87:7 Those who sing as well as those who dance say, “All my springs are in you.” Psalm 88 A Song. A Psalm by the sons of Korah. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of “The Suffering of Affliction.” A contemplation by Heman, the Ezrahite.
88:1 Yahweh, the God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before you.
88:2 Let my prayer enter into your presence. Turn your ear to my cry.
88:3 For my soul is full of troubles. My life draws near to Sheol .
88:4 I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,
88:5 set apart among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.
88:6 You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths.
88:7 Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.
88:8 You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can’t escape.
88:9 My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, Yahweh. I have spread out my hands to you.
88:10 Do you show wonders to the dead? Do the dead rise up and praise you? Selah.
88:11 Is your loving kindness declared in the grave? Or your faithfulness in Destruction?
88:12 Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
88:13 But to you, Yahweh, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you.
88:14 Yahweh, why do you reject my soul? Why do you hide your face from me?
88:15 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.
88:16 Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off.
88:17 They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me.
88:18 You have put lover and friend far from me, and my friends into darkness. Psalm 89 A contemplation by Ethan, the Ezrahite.
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