Psalm 88 is a lamentation, expressing the prayer of a person who suffered intensely over a long time yet continued to trust in the Lord. The psalm is mournful and desponding, with no intimation of comfort or joy. It is a good reminder that God ordains our suffering and we may never know the purpose of it in this life. The psalmist feels overwhelmed, cut off, forgotten, grieved, rejected, terrified, and despaired, and cries out to God wondering where God is in all his suffering. Have you ever been there. I have. It is overwhelming. Not my Happy place! But God hears us, and He responds to us as we respond to Him. You just have to believe. Check it out and I’m sure you’ll agree. “Thank God in everything watch as He comes through. This is the song I’d rather sing. JUST SAYING! Thank God in everything and watch as He comes through.


It reads in Psalm 88:1-18 NIV:

(A song. A psalm of the Sons of Korah. For the director of music. According to mahalath leannoth. A maskil of Heman the Ezrahite.}
Lord, you are the God who saves me; day and night I cry out to you. May my prayer come before you; turn your ear to my cry. I am overwhelmed with troubles and my life draws near to death. I am counted among those who go down to the pit; I am like one without strength. I am set apart with the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave; whom you remember no more, who are cut off from your care. You have put me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths. Your wrath lies heavily on me; you have overwhelmed me with all your waves. You have taken from me my closest friends and have made me repulsive to them. I am confined and cannot escape; my eyes are dim with grief. I call to you, Lord, every day; I spread out my hands to you. Do you show your wonders to the dead? Do their spirits rise up and praise you? Is your love declared in the grave, your faithfulness in Destruction? Are your wonders known in the place of darkness, or your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion? But I cry to you for help, Lord; in the morning my prayer comes before you. Why, Lord, do you reject me and hide your face from me? From my youth I have suffered and been close to death; I have borne your terrors and am in despair. Your wrath has swept over me; your terrors have destroyed me. All day long they surround me like a flood; they have completely engulfed me. You have taken from me friend and neighbor; darkness is my closest friend.