A Commentary on Psalm 88;1-18, by Charles H. Spurgeon.

A Commentary on Psalm 88;1-18, by Charles H. Spurgeon. The following is an excerpt from his work, "Treasury of David".
O LORD God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee: Let my prayer come before thee: incline thine ear unto my cry; For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave. I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength: Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand. Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps. Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah. Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me; thou hast made me an abomination unto them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.
~ Psalm 88:1-8
I have waited for thy salvation, O LORD.
~ Genesis 49:18
The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the LORD is the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?
~ Psalm 27:1
Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and not be afraid: for the LORD JEHOVAH is my strength and my song; he also is become my salvation.
~ Isaiah 12:2
O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent. Be merciful unto me, O Lord: for I cry unto thee daily. I have set watchmen upon thy walls, O Jerusalem, which shall never hold their peace day nor night: ye that make mention of the LORD, keep not silence,
~ Psalm 22:2, Psalm 86:3, Isaiah 62:6
Let the sighing of the prisoner come before thee; according to the greatness of thy power preserve thou those that are appointed to die;
~ Psalm 79:11
LORD, I cry unto thee: make haste unto me; give ear unto my voice, when I cry unto thee. Let my prayer be set forth before thee as incense; and the lifting up of my hands as the evening sacrifice.
~ Psalm 141:1-2
Also when I cry and shout, he shutteth out my prayer.
~ Lamentations 3:8
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?
~ Psalm 22:1
He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
~ Isaiah 53:3
I went down to the bottoms of the mountains; the earth with her bars was about me for ever: yet hast thou brought up my life from corruption, O LORD my God. Let not the waterflood overflow me, neither let the deep swallow me up, and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me.
~ Jonah 2:6, Psalm 69:15
Who his own self bare our sins in his own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness: by whose stripes ye were healed.
~ 1 Peter 2:24
My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God. My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O LORD; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up. Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and forgettest our affliction and our oppression?
~ Job 16:20, Psalm 5:3, Psalm 44:24
And they that passed by reviled him, wagging their heads, And saying, Thou that destroyest the temple, and buildest it in three days, save thyself. If thou be the Son of God, come down from the cross. Likewise also the chief priests mocking him, with the scribes and elders, said, He saved others; himself he cannot save. If he be the King of Israel, let him now come down from the cross, and we will believe him. He trusted in God; let him deliver him now, if he will have him: for he said, I am the Son of God. The thieves also, which were crucified with him, cast the same in his teeth.
~ Matthew 27:39-44
My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore; and my kinsmen stand afar off.
~ Psalm 38:11
And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground.
~ Luke 22:44
Verse 3. For my soul is full of troubles. I am satiated and nauseated with them. Like a vessel full to the brim with vinegar, my heart is filled up with adversity till it can hold no more. He had his house full and his hands full of sorrow; but, worse than that, he had his heart full of it. Trouble in the soul is the soul of trouble. A little soul trouble is pitiful; what must it be to be sated with it? And how much worse still to have your prayers return empty when your soul remains full of grief. And my life draweth nigh unto the grave. He felt as if he must die, indeed he thought himself half dead already. All his life was going, his spiritual life declined, his mental life decayed, his bodily life flickered; he was nearer dead than alive. Some of us can enter into this experience, for many a time have we traversed this valley of death shade, aye and dwelt in it by the month together. Really to die and be with Christ will be a gala day's enjoyment compared with our misery when a worse than physical death has cast its dreadful shadow over us.
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