Psalms 88:8-12

8You have driven my friends away by making me repulsive to them. I am in a trap with no way of escape.

9My eyes are blinded by my tears. Each day I beg for your help, O Lord; I lift my hands to you for mercy.

10Are your wonderful deeds of any use to the dead? Do the dead rise up and praise you? Interlude

11Can those in the grave declare your unfailing love? Can they proclaim your faithfulness in the place of destruction?

12Can the darkness speak of your wonderful deeds? Can anyone in the land of forgetfulness talk about your righteousness?