9My eyes grow dim with grief.
I call to You daily, O LORD;
I spread out my hands to You.
10Do You work wonders for the dead?
Do departed spirits rise up to praise You?
11Can Your loving devotion be proclaimed in the grave,
Your faithfulness in Abaddon?
12Will Your wonders be known in the darkness,
or Your righteousness in the land of oblivion?
13But to You, O LORD, I cry for help;
in the morning my prayer comes before You.
14Why, O LORD, do You reject me?
Why do You hide Your face from me?
— Psalm 88:9-14