12Can your wonders be known in the darkness, or your help in the land of forgetfulness?
13I cry for help to you, in the morning my prayer comes before you.
14Why, O Lord, do you spurn me, and hide your face from me?
15From my youth I am wretched and dying, I am numbed by the terrors I bear.
16The fires of your wrath have passed over me, your terrors destroy me,
Psalms 88
Psalms 88:12-16