Salmos 88

O Lord God of hosts, who is like to thee? thou art mighty, O Lord, and thy truth is round about thee.

Mis ojos enfermaron á causa de mi aflicción: hete llamado, oh Jehová, cada día; he extendido á ti mis manos.

Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.

My eyes are dim from grief. I have called on you daily, LORD. I have spread out my hands to you.