All day I call on you, Lord; I stretch out my hands to you.
Do you work wonders for the dead? Do the shades arise and praise you?
But I cry out to you, Lord; in the morning my prayer comes before you.
Why do you reject me, Lord? Why hide your face from me?
I am mortally afflicted since youth; lifeless, I suffer terrible blows.
Your wrath has swept over me; your terrors have reduced me to silence.
Psalm 88 continued – verses 10-11; 14-17