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Psalm 88

Never has the bible explained my head so well. Lord you are the God who saves me; Day and night I cry out to you. My prayer comes before you. Turn your ear to my cry. I am overwhelmed with troubles. My life draws near to death. I am counted among those who go down to the pit. I am like one with no strength. I am set apart with the dead, Like the slain who lie in the grave, Who you remember no more, Who are cut off from your prayer. You have put me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths. Your wrath lies heavily upon me. You have overwhelmed me with your waves. You have taken from me my closest friends and have made me repulsive to them. I am confined and cannot escape My eyes dim with grief. I call to you everyday I spread out my hands to you Do you show your wonders to the dead? Do their spirits rise up and praise you? Is your love declared in the grave, Your faithfulness in destruction? Are your wonders known in the place of darkness? Or your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion? But I cry to you for help Lord Every morning my prayer comes before you. Why Lord do you reject me, Turn your face from me? From my youth I have suffered and been close to death, I have borne your terrors and am in despair. Your wrath has swept over me Your terrors destroyed me. Al day long they surround me like a flood, They have completely engulfed me. Your have taken from me my friend and neighbour, Darkness is my closest friend. The loss of friends, the feeling of being alone and separated from God. The knowing God saves but the still not having comfort or peace despite trying desperately. Feeling you have sunk lower than you ever imagined. Feeling close to death. It's not a very hopeful passage. I'm not sure why God wanted this in his word. To me it's a little comforting that God has included it. I am not the first to feel this. I will keep on crying out despite the pain increasing rather than diminishing.

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