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diff --git a/bible/base_files/engBBE_020_PSA_088_read.txt b/bible/base_files/engBBE_020_PSA_088_read.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..635ca10 --- /dev/null +++ b/bible/base_files/engBBE_020_PSA_088_read.txt @@ -0,0 +1,20 @@ +Psalms. +Chapter 88. +A Song. A Psalm. Of the sons of Korah. To the chief music-maker; put to Mahalath Leannoth. Maschil. Of Heman the Ezrahite. O Lord, God of my salvation, I have been crying to you for help by day and by night: +Let my prayer come before you; give ear to my cry: +For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld. +I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help: +My soul is among the dead, like those in the underworld, to whom you give no more thought; for they are cut off from your care. +You have put me in the lowest deep, even in dark places. +The weight of your wrath is crushing me, all your waves have overcome me. (Selah.) +You have sent my friends far away from me; you have made me a disgusting thing in their eyes: I am shut up, and not able to come out. +My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you. +Will you do works of wonder for the dead? will the shades come back to give you praise? (Selah.) +Will the story of your mercy be given in the house of the dead? will news of your faith come to the place of destruction? +May there be knowledge of your wonders in the dark? or of your righteousness where memory is dead? +But to you did I send up my cry, O Lord; in the morning my prayer came before you. +Lord, why have you sent away my soul? why is your face covered from me? +I have been troubled and in fear of death from the time when I was young; your wrath is hard on me, and I have no strength. +The heat of your wrath has gone over me; I am broken by your cruel punishments. +They are round me all the day like water; they have made a circle about me. +You have sent my friends and lovers far from me; I am gone from the memory of those who are dear to me. |