Psalms 88:3-13

³For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh to the grave.

⁴I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength:

⁵Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand.

⁶Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.

⁷Thy wrath lieth hard upon me, and thou hast afflicted me with all thy waves. Selah.

⁸Thou hast put away my acquaintance far from me; thou hast made me an abomination to them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.

⁹My eye mourneth by reason of affliction: LORD, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands to thee.

¹⁰Wilt thou show wonders to the dead? shall the dead arise and praise thee? Selah.

¹¹Shall thy loving-kindness be declared in the grave? or thy faithfulness in destruction?

¹²Shall thy wonders be known in the dark? and thy righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?

¹³But to thee have I cried, O LORD; and in the morning shall my prayer come before thee.