Psalms 88:9-15

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?

¹²Shall thy wonderous workes be knowen in the darke? and thy righteousnes in the land of obliuion?

¹³But vnto thee haue I cryed, O Lord, and early shall my prayer come before thee.

¹⁴Lord, why doest thou reiect my soule, and hidest thy face from me?

¹⁵I am afflicted and at the point of death: from my youth I suffer thy terrours, doubting of my life.