8Thou hast put away mine acquaintance farre from me, and made mee to be abhorred of them: I am shut vp, and cannot get foorth.
9Mine eye is sorowfull through mine affliction: Lord, I call dayly vpon thee: I stretch out mine hands vnto thee.
10Wilt thou shewe a miracle to the dead? or shall the dead rise and prayse thee? Selah.
11Shall thy louing kindenes be declared in the graue? or thy faithfulnes in destruction?