Psalms 88:8-12

You have removed my acquaintances far from me; You have made me an object of loathing to them; I am shut up and cannot go out.

My eye grows dim from misery; I have called upon You every day, Lord; I have spread out my hands to You.

Will You perform wonders for the dead? Or will the departed spirits rise and praise You? Selah

Will Your graciousness be declared in the grave, Your faithfulness in Abaddon?

Will Your wonders be made known in the darkness? And Your righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?