Psalms 88:2-11

²My prayer cometh in before Thee, Incline Thine ear to my loud cry,

³For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.

⁴I have been reckoned with those going down to the pit, I have been as a man without strength.

⁵Among the dead — free, As pierced ones lying in the grave, Whom Thou hast not remembered any more, Yea, they by Thy hand have been cut off.

⁶Thou hast put me in the lowest pit, In dark places, in depths.

⁷Upon me hath Thy fury lain, And with all Thy breakers Thou hast afflicted. Selah.

⁸Thou hast put mine acquaintance far from me, Thou hast made me an abomination to them, Shut up — I go not forth.

⁹Mine eye hath grieved because of affliction, I called Thee, O Jehovah, all the day, I have spread out unto Thee my hands.

¹⁰To the dead dost Thou do wonders? Do Rephaim rise? do they thank Thee? Selah.

¹¹Is Thy kindness recounted in the grave? Thy faithfulness in destruction?