A Song, a Psalm of the sons of Korah; for the Chief Musician; set to Mahalath {Or, for singing}Leannoth. Maschil of Heman the Ezrahite.
O Jehovah, the God of my salvation,
I have cried day and night before thee.
Let my prayer enter into thy presence;
Incline thine ear unto my cry.
For my soul is full of troubles,
And my life draweth nigh unto Sheol.
I am reckoned with them that go down into the pit;
I am as a man that hath no help,
Cast {Or, away}off among the dead,
Like the slain that lie in the grave,
Whom thou rememberest no more,
And they are cut off from thy hand.
Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit,
In dark places, in the deeps.
Thy wrath lieth hard upon me,
And thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. [Selah
Thou hast put mine acquaintance far from me;
Thou hast made me an abomination unto them:
I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.
Mine eye wasteth away by reason of affliction:
I have called daily upon thee, O Jehovah;
I have spread forth my hands unto thee.
Wilt thou show wonders to the dead?
Shall {Or, the shades Hebrew: Rephaim.}they that are decreased arise and praise thee? [Selah
Shall thy lovingkindness be declared in the grave?
Or thy faithfulness in {Hebrew: Abaddon. See Job 26:6.}Destruction?
Shall thy wonders be known in the dark?
And thy righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
But unto thee, O Jehovah, have I cried;
And in the morning shall my prayer come before thee.
Jehovah, 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 is gone over me;
Thy terrors have cut me off.
They came round about me like water all the day long;
They compassed me about together.
Lover and friend hast thou put far from me,
And mine acquaintance {Or, are darkness}into darkness.
Querverweise zu Psalm 88,15 Ps 88,15
For all the day long have I been plagued,And {Hebrew: my chastisement was.}chastened every morning.
I am poured out like water,And all my bones are out of joint:My heart is like wax;It is melted within me.
My spirit is consumed, my days are extinct,The grave is ready for me.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd;And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws;And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
My days are past, my purposes are broken off,Even the {Hebrew: possessions.}thoughts of my heart.
They change the night into day:The light, say they, is near {Or, because of}unto the darkness.
If I {Or, hope, Sheol is my house; I have spread…I have said…And where now is my hope?}look for Sheol as my house;If I have spread my couch in the darkness;
If I have said to {Or, the pit}corruption, Thou art my father;To the worm, Thou art my mother, and my sister;
Where then is my hope?And as for my hope, who shall see it?
It shall go down to the bars of Sheol,When once there is rest in the dust.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me,The poison whereof my spirit drinketh up:The terrors of God do set themselves in array against me.
He was despised, and {Or, forsaken}rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with {Hebrew: sickness.}grief: and {Or, he hid as it were his face from us}as one from whom men hide their face he was despised; and we esteemed him not.
Therefore I will not refrain my mouth;I will speak in the anguish of my spirit;I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
Am I a sea, or a sea-monster,That thou settest a watch over me?
When I say, My bed shall comfort me,My couch shall ease my complaint;
Then thou scarest me with dreams,And terrifiest me through visions:
So that my soul chooseth strangling,And death rather than these my bones.
{Or, I waste away}I loathe my life; I {Or, shall}would not live alway:Let me alone; for my days are {Or, as a breath}vanity.
Yet it pleased Jehovah to bruise him; he hath {Hebrew: made him sick.}put him to grief: {Or, when his soul shall make an offering}when thou shalt make his soul {Hebrew: a trespass-offering.}an offering for sin, he shall see his seed, he shall prolong his days, and the pleasure of Jehovah shall prosper in his hand.
Awake, O sword, against my shepherd, and against the man that is my fellow, saith Jehovah of hosts: smite the shepherd, and the sheep shall be scattered; and I will turn my hand upon the little ones.
And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly; and his sweat became as it were great drops of blood falling down upon the ground.