Psalms 88
9 Ref My 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.
10 Ref Will you do works of wonder for the dead? will the shades come back to give you praise? (Selah.)
11 Ref Will the story of your mercy be given in the house of the dead? will news of your faith come to the place of destruction?
12 Ref May there be knowledge of your wonders in the dark? or of your righteousness where memory is dead?
13 Ref But to you did I send up my cry, O Lord; in the morning my prayer came before you.
14 Ref Lord, why have you sent away my soul? why is your face covered from me?