| 88:1 | O LORD God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee: |
| 88:2 | Let my prayer come before thee: incline thine ear unto my cry; |
| 88:3 | For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave. |
| 88:4 | I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength: |
| 88:5 | Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand. |
| 88:6 | Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps. |
| 88:7 | Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah. |
| 88:8 | Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me; thou hast made me an abomination unto them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth. |
| 88:9 | Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee. |
| 88:10 | Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? shall the dead arise and praise thee? Selah. |
| 88:10 | 你豈要行奇事給死人看麼．難道陰魂還能起來稱讚你麼．〔細拉〕 |
| 88:10 | 你岂要行奇事给死人看麽。难道阴魂还能起来称赞你麽。（细拉） |
| psm:115:17 | The dead praise not the LORD, neither any that go down into silence. |
| job:26:5 | Dead things are formed from under the waters, and the inhabitants thereof. |
| isa:14:9 | Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming: it stirreth up the dead for thee, even all the chief ones of the earth; it hath raised up from their thrones all the kings of the nations. |
| psm:6:5 | For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in the grave who shall give thee thanks? |
| psm:30:9 | What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth? |
| isa:38:18 | For the grave cannot praise thee, death can not celebrate thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth. |
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| 88:11 | Shall thy lovingkindness be declared in the grave? or thy faithfulness in destruction? |
| 88:12 | Shall thy wonders be known in the dark? and thy righteousness in the land of forgetfulness? |
| 88:13 | But unto thee have I cried, O LORD; and in the morning shall my prayer prevent thee. |
| 88:14 | LORD, why castest thou off my soul? why hidest thou thy face from me? |
| 88:15 | I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted. |
| 88:16 | Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off. |
| 88:17 | They came round about me daily like water; they compassed me about together. |
| 88:18 | Lover and friend hast thou put far from me, and mine acquaintance into darkness. |
