Psalms 88:12

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.

Is your loving kindness declared in the grave?

Or your faithfulness in Destruction?

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?

I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up.

While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.