Evangelical Heritage Version
9 My eyesight grows dim from affliction.
I call to you, O Lord, every day.
I spread out my hands to you.
The Darkness of Death
10 Is it for the dead that you do a miracle?
Do the spirits of the dead rise up and praise you? Interlude
11 Is your mercy declared in the tomb,
your faithfulness in decay?
New International Version
9 my eyes(A) are dim with grief.
I call(B) to you, Lord, every day;
I spread out my hands(C) to you.
10 Do you show your wonders to the dead?
Do their spirits rise up and praise you?(D)
11 Is your love declared in the grave,
your faithfulness(E) in Destruction[a]?
- Psalm 88:11 Hebrew Abaddon