Near Death and Utter Isolation

Psalms 88:3-9

For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol.

I am counted among those descending to the Pit. I am like a man without strength.

I am forsaken among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom You remember no more, who are cut off from Your care.

You have laid me in the lowest Pit, in the darkest of the depths.

Your wrath weighs heavily upon me; all Your waves have submerged me. Selah

You have removed my friends from me; You have made me repulsive to them; I am confined and cannot escape.

My eyes grow dim with grief. I call to You daily, O LORD; I spread out my hands to You.