my eyes1 are dim with grief. I call2 to you, O LORD, every day; I spread out my hands3 to you.
Do you show your wonders to the dead? Do those who are dead rise up and praise you?4 "Selah"
Is your love declared in the grave, your faithfulness5 in Destructiona ?
Are your wonders known in the place of darkness, or your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion?
But I cry to you for help,6 O LORD; in the morning7 my prayer comes before you.814
Why, O LORD, do you reject9 me and hide your face10 from me?