Psalms 88:9-15

⁹My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.

¹⁰Will you do works of wonder for the dead? will the shades come back to give you praise? (Selah.)

¹¹Will the story of your mercy be given in the house of the dead? will news of your faith come to the place of destruction?

¹²May there be knowledge of your wonders in the dark? or of your righteousness where memory is dead?

¹³But to you did I send up my cry, O Lord; in the morning my prayer came before you.

¹⁴Lord, why have you sent away my soul? why is your face covered from me?

¹⁵I have been troubled and in fear of death from the time when I was young; your wrath is hard on me, and I have no strength.