Near Death and Utter Isolation

Psalms 88:3-9

For my soule is filled with euils, and my life draweth neere to the graue.

I am counted among them that go downe vnto the pit, and am as a man without strength:

Free among the dead, like the slaine lying in the graue, whome thou remembrest no more, and they are cut off from thine hand.

Thou hast layde me in the lowest pit, in darkenes, and in the deepe.

Thine indignation lyeth vpon me, and thou hast vexed me with all thy waues. Selah.

Thou hast put away mine acquaintance farre from me, and made mee to be abhorred of them: I am shut vp, and cannot get foorth.

Mine eye is sorowfull through mine affliction: Lord, I call dayly vpon thee: I stretch out mine hands vnto thee.