Classic and Contemporary Poetry
PSALM 88, by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE First Line: Lord god that dost me save and keep Last Line: And as in darkness are. | ||||||||
1 Lord God that dost me save and keep, All day to thee I cry; All all night long, before thee weep Before thee prostrate lie. 2 Into thy presence let my prayer With sighs devout ascend; And to my cries, that ceaseless are, Thine ear with favour bend. 3 For cloyed with woes and trouble store Surcharged my soul doth lie; My life at death's uncheerful door Unto the grave draws nigh. 4 Reckoned I am with them that pass Down to the dismal pit; I am a man, but weak alas And for that name unfit. 5 From life discharged and parted quite Among the dead to sleep, And like the slain in bloody fight That in the grave lie deep, Whom thou rememberest no more, Dost never more regard: Them from thy hand delivered o'er Death's hideous house hath barred. 6 Thou in the lowest pit profound Hast set me all forlorn, Where thickest darkness hovers round, In horrid deeps to mourn. 7 Thy wrath from which no shelter saves Full sore doth press on me; Thou break'st upon me all thy waves, And all thy waves break me. 8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange, And mak'st me odious, Me to them odious, for they change, And I here pent up thus. 9 Through sorrow, and affliction great Mine eye grows dim and dead; Lord all the day I thee entreat, My hands to thee I spread. 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead? Shall the deceased arise And praise thee from their loathsome bed With pale and hollow eyes? 11 Shall they thy loving kindness tell On whom the grave hath hold, Or they who in perdition dwell Thy faithfulness unfold? 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand Or wondrous acts be known? Thy justice in the gloomy land Of dark oblivion? 13 But I to thee O Lord do cry Ere yet my life be spent, And up to thee my prayer doth hie Each morn, and thee prevent. 14 Why wilt thou Lord my soul forsake, And hide thy face from me, 15 That am already bruised, and shake With terror sent from thee; Bruised, and afflicted and so low As ready to expire, While I thy terrors undergo Astonished with thine ire. 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow, Thy threat'nings cut me through. 17 All day they round about me go, Like waves they me pursue. 18 Lover and friend thou hast removed And severed from me far. They fly me now whom I have loved, And as in darkness are. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 121 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 136 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 139 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 8. MAN'S PLACE IN CREATION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE TWENTY-THIRD PSALM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE DEBORAH: THE SONG OF DEBORAH by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ECCLESIASTES by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ECCLESIASTES: THE LIGHT IS SWEET by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ELIJAH AND THE PRIESTS OF BAAL: IN A TIME OF FAMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE EXODUS 15. SONG OF ISRAEL FOR THE OVERTHROW OF EGYPT IN THE RED SEA by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |
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