Psalms 88:9-14
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my eyes are dim with grief.
I call to you, O Lord, every day;
I spread out my hands to you.
10
Do you show your wonders to the dead?
Do those who are dead rise up and praise you? Selah
11
Is your love declared in the grave,
your faithfulness in Destruction?
12
Are your wonders known in the place of darkness,
or your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion?
13
But I cry to you for help, O Lord;
in the morning my prayer comes before you.
14
Why, O Lord, do you reject me
and hide your face from me?