Psalms 88:3-11

³For my soul is full of misery, And my life draweth near to the underworld.

⁴I am counted with those who are going down to the pit; I am like one who hath no strength.

⁵I am left to myself among the dead, Like the slain who lie in the grave, Whom thou no more rememberest, And who are cut off from thy protecting hand.

⁶Thou hast placed me in a deep pit, In a dark and deep abyss.

⁷Thy wrath presseth hard upon me, And thou afflictest me with all thy waves! Pause.

⁸Thou hast put mine acquaintances far from me, Yea, thou hast made me their abhorrence: I am shut up, and cannot go forth.

⁹Mine eyes languish by reason of my affliction. I call upon thee daily, O LORD! To thee do I stretch out my hands!

¹⁰Canst thou show wonders to the dead? Shall the dead arise, and praise thee? Pause.

¹¹Shall thy goodness be declared in the grave, Or thy faithfulness in the place of corruption?