⁹   my eye grows dim through sorrow.
Every day I call on you, O Lord;
   I spread out my hands to you.
¹⁰Do you work wonders for the dead?
   Do the shades rise up to praise you?
          Selah
¹¹Is your steadfast love declared in the grave,
   or your faithfulness in Abaddon?
¹²Are your wonders known in the darkness,
   or your saving help in the land of forgetfulness?

¹³But I, O Lord, cry out to you;
   in the morning my prayer comes before you.
¹⁴O Lord, why do you cast me off?
   Why do you hide your face from me?