Psalms 88:9-14

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?

13O Lord, I cry out to you. I will keep on pleading day by day.

14O Lord, why do you reject me? Why do you turn your face from me?