O Lord, God of my salvation, when, at night, I cry out in your presence,
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 like those who have no help,
like those forsaken 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. Selah
You have caused my companions to shun me; you have made me a thing of horror to them. I am shut in so that I cannot escape;
my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call on you, O Lord; I spread out my hands to you.
Do you work wonders for the dead? Do the shades rise up to praise you? Selah
Is your steadfast love declared in the grave, or your faithfulness in Abaddon?
Are your wonders known in the darkness, or your saving help in the land of forgetfulness?
But I, O Lord, cry out to you; in the morning my prayer comes before you.
O Lord, why do you cast me off? Why do you hide your face from me?
Wretched and close to death from my youth up, I suffer your terrors; I am desperate.
Your wrath has swept over me; your dread assaults destroy me.
They surround me like a flood all day long; from all sides they close in on me.
You have caused friend and neighbor to shun me; my companions are in darkness.
“…I cry out in your presence, let my prayer come before you; incline your ear to my cry.”
Today is Palm Sunday. In the readings for today we heard the Lord tell the Pharisees that even if the disciples stop shouting, that even the rocks will cry out. Holy week is such a mixed bag of emotions – shouts and celebrations of Palm Sunday followed by the darkness of Monday Thursday and Good Friday, the silence of Saturday until finally the joy of Easter Sunday. The psalm today is a bleak one – there is not even usual hopeful tone at the end. Yet I lone to see hope in the midst – even if the writers cry seem unheard, even the rocks will cry out.