I read Psalm 88 a few days ago. It was around 4:00am because I had just learned that Langley delivered the twins at 26 weeks. So I’m still camped out here. There is odd beauty in Psalm 88. I love its inclusion in Scripture. Despite its difficult content, it somehow means it too is holy.
O LORD, God of my salvation; I cry out day and night before you.
Let my prayer come before you; incline your ear to my cry!
For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.
I am counted among those who go down to the pit;
I am a man who has no strength, like one set loose among the dead,
like the slain that lie in the grave, like those whom you remember no more, for they are cut off from your hand.
You have put me in the depths of the pit, in the regions dark and deep.
Your wrath lies heavy upon me, and you overwhelm me with all your waves.