The Suffering

O Lord, the God of Heaven
Do not hide thy face from me
May my prayer come before you
Lord, do not ignore my plea
For my soul is greatly troubled
And my life draws near the grave
I am counted with the fallen
But am I one thou will not save?

I have been forgotten
I have been severed from thy hand
My strength hath been expended;
No longer can I stand

To the lowest pit I’ve sunk
Of your bitter cup, I’ve drunk
and I am overwhelmed

My closest friends shun thoughts of me
I am repulsive to their eyes
I cannot come forth, I am confined
avoided and despised

I call to thee O Lord
Do you show your wonders to the dead?
If I spread my hands before you,
Would you reach out or turn your head?
Do you show faithfulness in Abaddon?
Is your love declared in death?
Are you known in the Land of Oblivion?
Can the dead praise without breath?

Why dost thou reject me?
Why hidest thou thy face?
Daily, I cry out for help,
Hast thou withdrawn thy grace?

I long hath been afflicted
It’s no new phenomenon,
But I have sunken to despair
And I cannot go on.

The darkness is my one companion left