Psalm 88:9-11

Revised Standard Version

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?