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Psalm 88:1-9

A Korah Prayer of Heman

1-9God, you're my last chance of the day. I spend the night on my knees before you.

Put me on your salvation agenda;

take notes on the trouble I'm in.

I've had my fill of trouble;

I'm camped on the edge of hell.

I'm written off as a lost cause,

one more statistic, a hopeless case.

Abandoned as already dead,

one more body in a stack of corpses,

And not so much as a gravestone—

I'm a black hole in oblivion.

You've dropped me into a bottomless pit,

sunk me in a pitch-black abyss.

I'm battered senseless by your rage,

relentlessly pounded by your waves of anger.

You turned my friends against me,

made me horrible to them.

I'm caught in a maze and can't find my way out,

blinded by tears of pain and frustration.

9-12I call to you, God; all day I call.

I wring my hands, I plead for help.

Are the dead a live audience for your miracles?

Do ghosts ever join the choirs that praise you?

Does your love make any difference in a graveyard?

Is your faithful presence noticed in the corridors of hell?

Are your marvelous wonders ever seen in the dark,

your righteous ways noticed in the Land of No Memory?