The Psalter of David with titles and collects according to the matter of each psalm.

PSALME 88.

A prayer in time of sicknesse and danger of death.

O Lord God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee: O let my prayer en∣ter into thy presence, incline thine eare unto my calling.

2 For my soule is full of trouble: and my life draweth nigh unto hell.

3 I am counted as one of them that go down into the pit: and I have been even as a man that hath no strength.

4 Free among the dead, like unto them that be wounded and lie in the grave: which be out of remembrance, and are cut away from thy hand.

5 Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit: in a place of darknesse, and in the deep.

6 Thine indignation lieth hard upon me: and thou hast vexed me with all thy stormes.

7 Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me: and made me to be abhorred of them.

8 I am so fast in prison: that I cannot get forth.

9 My sight faileth for very trouble: Lord, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.

10 Doest thou shew wonders among the dead: or shall the dead rise up again and praise thee?

11 Shall thy loving kindnesse be shewed in the grave: or thy faithfulnesse in destruction?

12 Shall thy wondrous workes be knowne in the darke: and thy righteousnesse in the land where all things are forgotten?

13 Unto thee ha••e I eried, O Lord: and ear∣ly shall my prayer come before thee.

14 Lord, why abhorest thou my soule: and hidest thou thy face from me?

15 I am in misery, and like unto him that is at the point to die: (even from my youth up) thy terrours have I suffered with a troubled minde.

16 Thy wrathfull displeasure goeth over me▪ and the feare of thee hath undone me.

17 They came round about me daily like wa∣ter: and compassed me together on every side.

18 My lovers and friends hast thou put away from me: and hid mine acquaintance out of my sight.

The Prayer.

O Lord God of our salvation, who for our sakes wert wounded and didst die and lie in the grave, but yet alone of all that ever died wert free among the dead, and by thine own power didst arise againe with victory and triumph; have mercy upon thy servant, for thine indignation li∣eth hard upon me, and thou hast vexed me with all thy stormes: my soul is full of trouble by rea∣son of my sinnes, and my life draweth nigh un∣to the grave; restore me unto thy favour, and let me not go down into the darke, nor my life into the place where all things are forgotten, but let me shew forth thy loving kindnesse amongst thy redeemed ones in the land of the living: for the living, the living he shall praise thee and con∣fesse the holinesse and the mercies of thy holy Name. O hide not thou thy face from me, but give me health of body and restore and preserve me in the life of righteousnesse, and so blesse me with opportunities of doing thee service, that I may redeem the time past, and by thy grace may grow rich in good workes, alwayes abounding in the worke of the Lord, that when thou shalt demand my soule to be rendred up into thy hands, my soule may not be abhorred of thee, nor suffer thy terrours, but may feele an eternity

of blessings in the resurrection of the just through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.