Psalm 88:9-11

New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition

⁹     my eye grows dim through sorrow.
Every day I call on you, O Lord;
    I spread out my hands to you.^(A)
10 Do you work wonders for the dead?
    Do the shades rise up to praise you? Selah^(B)
11 Is your steadfast love declared in the grave
    or your faithfulness in Abaddon?