[1] Yahweh, the God of my salvation,	I have cried day and night before
you. [2] Let my prayer enter into your presence.    Turn your ear to my
cry. [3] For my soul is full of troubles.    My life draws near to Sheol.
[4] I am counted among those who go down into the pit.	  I am like a man
who has no help, [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. [6] You have laid me in the lowest pit,	 In the darkest depths. [7]
Your wrath lies heavily on me.	  You have afflicted me with all your
waves. Selah. [8] You have taken my friends from me.	You have made me an
abomination to them.	I am confined, and I can`t escape. [9] My eyes are
dim from grief.    I have called on you daily, Yahweh.	  I have spread out
my hands to you. [10] Do you show wonders to the dead?	  Do the dead rise
up and praise you? Selah. [11] Is your lovingkindness declared in the
grave?	  Or your faithfulness in Destruction? [12] Are your wonders made
known in the dark?    Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
[13] But to you, Yahweh, I have cried.	  In the morning, my prayer comes
before you. [14] Yahweh, why do you reject my soul?    Why do you hide your
face from me? [15] I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up.   
While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted. [16] Your fierce wrath has
gone over me.	 Your terrors have cut me off. [17] They came around me
like water all day long.    They completely engulfed me. [18] You have put
lover and friend far from me,	 And my friends into darkness.	    Psalm
89	 A contemplation by Ethan, the Ezrahite.