The Douay-Rheims Bible Psalms 87

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PS 87:1  A canticle of a psalm for the sons of Core: unto the end, for Maheleth, to answer understanding of Eman the Ezrahite.

PS 87:2  O Lord, the God of my salvation: I have cried in the day, and in the night before thee.

PS 87:3  Let my prayer come in before thee: incline thy ear to my petition.

PS 87:4  For my soul is filled with evils: and my life hath drawn nigh to hell.

PS 87:5  I am counted among them that go down to the pit: I am become as a man without help,

PS 87:6  free among the dead. Like the slain sleeping in the sepulchres, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cast off from thy hand.

PS 87:7  They have laid me in the lower pit: in the dark places, and in the shadow of death.

PS 87:8  Thy wrath is strong over me: and all thy waves thou hast brought in upon me.

PS 87:9  Thou hast put away my acquaintance far from me: they have set me an abomination to themselves. I was delivered up, and came not forth:

PS 87:10  my eyes languished through poverty. All the day I cried to thee, O Lord: I stretched out my hands to thee.

PS 87:11  Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? or shall physicians raise to life, and give praise to thee?

PS 87:12  Shall any one in the sepulchre declare thy mercy: and thy truth in destruction?

PS 87:13  Shall thy wonders be known in the dark; and thy justice in the land of forgetfulness?

PS 87:14  But I, O Lord, have cried to thee: and in the morning my prayer shall prevent thee.

PS 87:15  Lord, why castest thou off my prayer: why turnest thou away thy face from me?

PS 87:16  I am poor, and in labours from my youth: and being exalted have been humbled and troubled.

PS 87:17  Thy wrath hath come upon me: and thy terrors have troubled me.

PS 87:18  They have come round about me like water all the day: they have compassed me about together.

PS 87:19  Friend and neighbour thou hast put far from me: and my acquaintance, because of misery.