A Song or Psalm for the sons of Korah, to the chief Musician upon Mahalath Leannoth, Maschil of Heman the Ezrahite.
O lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee:||
Let my prayer come before thee: incline thine ear unto my cry;||
For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.||
I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath
Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave,
rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand.||
"The dead ... whom thou rememberest no more."
Is death final?
Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.||
Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy
Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me; thou hast made me an
abomination unto them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.||
Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon
thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.||
Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? shall the dead arise and praise thee?
"Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? Shall the dead arise and praise thee? Shall thy lovingkindness be declared in the grave?
Shall thy wonders be known in the dark? and thy righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?"
People don't survive their own deaths. Dead people are not only merely dead, they are really
most sincerely dead.
Shall thy lovingkindness be declared in the grave? or thy faithfulness in
Shall thy wonders be known in the dark? and thy righteousness in the land
But unto thee have I cried, O LORD; and in the morning shall my prayer
LORD, why castest thou off my soul? why hidest thou thy face from me?||
I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy
terrors I am distracted.||
Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off.||
They came round about me daily like water; they compassed me about
Lover and friend hast thou put far from me, and mine acquaintance into