A Korah Prayer of Heman 88 1God, you’re my last chance of the day. I spend the night on my knees before you. 2Put me on your salvation agenda; take notes on the trouble I’m in. 3I’ve had my fill of trouble; I’m camped on the edge of hell. 4I’m written off as a lost cause, one more statistic, a hopeless case. 5Abandoned 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. 6You’ve dropped me into a bottomless pit, sunk me in a pitch–black abyss. 7I’m battered senseless by your rage, relentlessly pounded by your waves of anger. 8You turned my friends against me, made me horrible to them. I’m caught in a maze and can’t find my way out, 9blinded by tears of pain and frustration. I call to you, God; all day I call. I wring my hands, I plead for help. 10Are the dead a live audience for your miracles? Do ghosts ever join the choirs that praise you? 11Does your love make any difference in a graveyard? Is your faithful presence noticed in the corridors of hell? 12Are your marvelous wonders ever seen in the dark, your righteous ways noticed in the Land of No Memory? 13I’m standing my ground, God, shouting for help, at my prayers every morning, on my knees each daybreak. 14Why, God, do you turn a deaf ear? Why do you make yourself scarce? 15For as long as I remember I’ve been hurting; I’ve taken the worst you can hand out, and I’ve had it. 16Your wildfire anger has blazed through my life; I’m bleeding, black and blue. 17You’ve attacked me fiercely from every side, raining down blows till I’m nearly dead. 18You made lover and neighbor alike dump me; the only friend I have left is Darkness.
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