8
Thou hast caused my companions to shun me; thou hast made me a thing of horror to them. I am shut in so that I cannot escape;
9
my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call upon thee, O LORD; I spread out my hands to thee.
10
Dost thou work wonders for the dead? Do the shades rise up to praise thee? [Selah]
11
Is thy steadfast love declared in the grave, or thy faithfulness in Abaddon?
12
Are thy wonders known in the darkness, or thy saving help in the land of forgetfulness?
Revised Standard Version of the Bible, copyright 1952 [2nd edition, 1971] by the Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved.