New American Standard Bible
New International Version
9 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]?
- Psalm 88:11 Hebrew Abaddon