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My eyes grow dim with weeping. Each day I beg your help; O Lord, I reach my pleading hands to you for mercy.

10 Soon it will be too late! Of what use are your miracles when I am in the grave? How can I praise you then? 11 Can those in the grave declare your loving-kindness? Can they proclaim your faithfulness?

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    my eyes(A) are dim with grief.

I call(B) to you, Lord, every day;
    I spread out my hands(C) to you.
10 Do you show your wonders to the dead?
    Do their spirits rise up and praise you?(D)
11 Is your love declared in the grave,
    your faithfulness(E) in Destruction[a]?

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 88:11 Hebrew Abaddon