Psalms 88:11

You have taken my friends from me.

You have made me an abomination to them.

I am confined, and I can’t escape.

My eyes are dim from grief.

I have called on you daily, LORD.

I have spread out my hands to you.

Do you show wonders to the dead?

Do the departed spirits rise up and praise you? Selah.

Are your wonders made known in the dark?

Or your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?

But to you, LORD, I have cried.

In the morning, my prayer comes before you.

LORD, why do you reject my soul?

Why do you hide your face from me?