8You have put my friends far from me, you have made them shun me. I am shut in, and cannot escape,
9my eyes are wasted with sorrow. I call on you, Lord, every day, spreading my hands out to you.
10For the dead can you work wonders? Can the shades rise again to praise you? Selah
11Can your kindness be told in the grave, your faithfulness in the tomb?
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?
Psalms 88
Psalms 88:8-14