Psalms 88:8

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.

Your wrath lies heavily on me.

You have afflicted me with all your waves. Selah.

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?