Psalms 88:7

I am counted among those who go down into the pit.

I am like a man who has no help,

set apart among the dead,

like the slain who lie in the grave,

whom you remember no more.

They are cut off from your hand.

You have laid me in the lowest pit,

in the darkest depths.

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.