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II

Because of you my acquaintances shun me;
    you make me loathsome to them;(A)
Caged in, I cannot escape;
10     my eyes grow dim from trouble.

All day I call on you, Lord;
    I stretch out my hands to you.
11 [a]Do you work wonders for the dead?
    Do the shades arise and praise you?(B)
Selah

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Footnotes

  1. 88:11–13 The psalmist seeks to persuade God to act out of concern for divine honor: the shades give you no worship, so keep me alive to offer you praise.

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