6 The Lord will write in the census of the nations: "So-and-so was born there."

7 And they that sing and play, all my springs are in thee.

Psalm 87

1 Ode. Psalm, of the Sons of Korah. To the head of the choir on Mahalaf, for singing. The teaching of Eman Ezrahit.

2 O Lord, God of my salvation! I cry out by day and by night before Thee:

3 Let my prayer be heard before Thee; incline thy ear unto my supplication;

4 For my soul is filled with afflictions, and my life is near to hell.

5 I am made equal to them that descend into the grave; I have become like a man without strength,

6 Cast among the dead, as the slain, lying in the grave, of whom Thou rememberest no more, and which are rejected by Thy hand.

7 Thou hast laid me in the pit of hell, in darkness, in the abyss.

8 Thy wrath hath weighed upon me, and with all thy waves thou hast smitten.

9 Thou hast put away from me my acquaintances, hast made me an abomination to them; I'm imprisoned, and I can't get out.

10 My eye is weary with grief: all day long I have cried unto thee, O Lord, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.

11 Wilt thou work a miracle over the dead? Will the dead rise up and praise You?

12 Or shall thy mercy be proclaimed in the grave, and thy truth in a place of corruption?

13 Shall Thy wonders be known in darkness, and Thy righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?

14 But I call upon thee, O Lord, and early in the morning my prayer precedes thee.

15 Wherefore, O Lord, dost thou cut off my soul, hid thy face from me?

16 I am miserable, and have been faint since my youth; I bear Thy terrors and faint.

17 Thy wrath has passed over me, Thy terrors have crushed me,

18 All day long they surround me like water: they encircle me all together.