Dark night of the soul
This psalm offers us a model for prayer when we feel that God has abandoned us and life is utterly bereft of joy and light.
A Korahite psalm. To the worship director: to the tune of “The Pain of Affliction.” A contemplation of Heman the Ezrahite.
1 YHWH, the God who rescues me
I cry out to you day and night.
2 Listen to my prayer
turn your ear to my cry.
3 For I’ve had more than my fill of troubles
which have now driven me to death’s door.
4 People consider me as good as dead
utterly devoid of strength.
5 I’m like someone discarded among the dead
killed and thrown into an unmarked grave—
someone you’ve cut off from your care
and no longer even remember.
6 You’ve flung me
to the bottom of the underworld
into a lifeless, pitch-black void.
7 Your wrath is crushing the life out of me
as your breakers pummel and pound me.
8 Having made my friends abhor and shun me
you’ve driven them all away.
I’ve been imprisoned
and cannot escape.
9 My eyes have grown dim with grief
as I call on you all day long, YHWH
stretching out my hands to you.
10 Do you perform miracles for the dead?
Do their ghosts rise up and praise you?
11 Do they celebrate your unfailing love
in the grave
or appreciate your faithfulness
in the bottomless pit?
12 Are your miracles acknowledged
by those you’ve exiled to outer darkness
or your saving justice remembered
by those you’ve cast into oblivion?
13 But me, I’m still crying to you, YHWH
bringing my prayer before you every morning.
14 Why do you brush me off, YHWH
and hide your face from me?
15 Wretched, staring death down
ever since my youth
I’ve endured your terrors
to the point of utter exhaustion.
16 Your anger has overwhelmed me
your terrors have paralyzed me.
17 Like water surging around me all day long
they’ve completely engulfed me.
18 You’ve deprived me
of all my friends and loved ones
such that darkness is my only friend.
Darkness pervades this psalm. In fact, it’s the only lament in the Psalter that doesn’t hold out even a glimmer of hope. The psalm is full of descriptions of Sheol, the dark afterlife realm whose inhabitants were said to be bereft of God’s care, unable to experience any stimuli. Sheol was also called Abaddon, a place of utter ruin. But the very fact that Heman keeps on calling YHWH “the God who rescues” him and praying to him makes the psalm an act of hope and faith in the midst of the darkness.
Heman may wrestle chronic illness, but his poetic language could equally describe a whole range of dire situations beyond illness. Thus, his prayer speaks for many more than just the chronically ill.
This psalm gives us three wonderful gifts: a model for coupling patient waiting with impatient praying, words to articulate our deepest pain and grief to God, and a license to do so without the least positive spin or cosmetic touch-up. Heman holds God alone responsible for his suffering. And since God already knows what Heman thinks, he doesn’t want Heman to pretend otherwise out of politeness. Prayer helps us only as we truly open our hearts to the God who is big enough to handle our honesty, however bitter.
Alluding to Israel’s captivity in Egypt, Heman speaks of his misery in captivity, but bereft of the unfailing love and miracles God repeatedly showed his people in the Exodus. Clearly, God is no quick fix. Friendless, yet God-haunted, Heman feels like he’s drowning, suffering the very judgment God inflicted on Pharaoh. But despite Heman’s bluntness, he doesn’t stop praying—perhaps because he has nowhere else to turn. Though still in the dark when he ends his complaint, he holds onto God, earnestly asking God to end his anguish and alienation.
Prayer:
Abandoned by all your friends, Jesus, you remained faithful even when your faithfulness led to the anguish and godforsakenness of the cross. Help me to cling to you even when I feel abandoned. Help me to be as honest as Heman here—for the honor of your name. Amen.
In your free moments today, pray these words:
YHWH, the God who rescues me
I cry out to you by day and by night.
