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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? Interlude
Do the spirits of the dead rise up and praise you?
11 Is your mercy declared in the tomb,
your faithfulness in decay?

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    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]?

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 88:11 Hebrew Abaddon

Mine eye mourneth by reason of affliction: Lord, I have called daily upon thee, I have stretched out my hands unto thee.

10 Wilt thou shew wonders to the dead? shall the dead arise and praise thee? Selah.

11 Shall thy lovingkindness be declared in the grave? or thy faithfulness in destruction?

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