Psalm 87-88

21st Century King James Version

87 His foundation is in the holy mountains.

² The Lord loveth the gates of Zion more than all the dwellings of Jacob.

³ Glorious things are spoken of thee, O city of God! Selah

⁴ “I will make mention of Rahab and Babylon to them that know Me; behold, Philistia and Tyre, with Ethiopia: ‘This man was born there.’”

⁵ And of Zion it shall be said, “This and that man were born in her; and the Highest Himself shall establish her.”

⁶ The Lord shall count, when He writeth up the people, that this man was born there. Selah

⁷ Singers as well as players on instruments shall be there and say, “All my springs are in thee.”

88 O Lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before Thee.

² Let my prayer come before Thee; incline Thine ear unto my cry.

³ For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.

⁴ I am counted with them that go down into the pit; I am as a man that hath no strength,

⁵ cast among the dead like the slain that lie in the grave, whom Thou rememberest no more, and who are cut off from Thy hand.

⁶ Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.

⁷ Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and Thou hast afflicted me with all Thy waves. Selah

⁸ Thou hast put away mine acquaintances far from me; Thou hast made me an abomination unto them. I am shut up, and I cannot come forth;

⁹ mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction. Lord, I have called daily upon Thee; I have stretched out my hands unto Thee.

¹⁰ Wilt Thou show wonders to the dead? Shall the dead arise and praise Thee? Selah

¹¹ Shall Thy lovingkindness be declared in the grave? Or Thy faithfulness in destruction?

¹² Shall Thy wonders be known in the dark? And Thy righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?

¹³ But unto Thee have I cried, O Lord, and in the morning shall my prayer come before Thee.

¹⁴ Lord, why castest Thou off my soul? Why hidest Thou Thy face from me?

¹⁵ I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up; while I suffer Thy terrors I am distraught.

¹⁶ Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; Thy terrors have cut me off.

¹⁷ They came round about me daily like water; they compassed me about together.

¹⁸ Lover and friend hast Thou put far from me, and mine acquaintances into darkness.