The Holy Bible – Knox Translation
The Book of Psalms
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Psalm 87
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(A song. A psalm. Of the sons of Core. To the choir-master. Melody: Mahalat. For singing. A maskil. Of Heman the Ezrahite.)
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Lord God, day and night I cry bitterly to thee;
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let my prayer reach thy pre-sence, give audience to my entreaty,
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for indeed my heart is full of trouble. My life sinks ever closer to the grave;
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I count as one of those who go down into the abyss, like one powerless.
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As well lie among the dead, men laid low in the grave, men thou rememberest no longer, cast away, now, from thy protecting hand.
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Such is the place where thou hast laid me, in a deep pit where the dark waters swirl;
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heavily thy anger weighs down on me, and thou dost overwhelm me with its full flood.
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Thou hast estranged all my acquaintance from me, so that they treat me as a thing accursed; I lie in a prison whence there is no escape,
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my eyes grow dim with tears. On thee I call, to thee stretch out my hands, each day that passes.
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Not for the dead thy wonderful power is shewn; not for pale shadows to return and give thee thanks.
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There in the grave, how shall they recount thy mercies; how shall they tell of thy faithfulness, now that life is gone?
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How can there be talk of thy marvels in a world of darkness, of thy favour in a land where all is forgotten?
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To prayer, Lord, fall I lustily; it shall reach thee, while there is yet time.
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Why dost thou reject my plea, Lord, and turn thy face away from me?
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Ever since youth, misery and mortal sickness have been my lot; wearily I have borne thy visitations;
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I am overwhelmed with thy anger, dismayed by thy threats,
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that still cut me off like a flood, all at once surrounding me.
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Friends and neighbours gone, a world of shadows is all my company.
