9my eyes are dim with grief.

I call to you, O Lord, every day;

I spread out my hands to you.

10Do you show your wonders to the dead?

Do those who are dead rise up and praise you?       Selah

11Is your love declared in the grave,

your faithfulness in Destruction^d?

12Are your wonders known in the place of darkness,

or your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion?

13But I cry to you for help, O Lord;

in the morning my prayer comes before you.

14Why, O Lord, do you reject me

and hide your face from me?

15From my youth I have been afflicted and close to death;

I have suffered your terrors and am in despair.

16Your wrath has swept over me;

your terrors have destroyed me.

17All day long they surround me like a flood;

they have completely engulfed me.

18You have taken my companions and loved ones from me;

the darkness is my closest friend.