You have put my friends far from me;
You have made me an [a]object of loathing to them.
I am shut up and I cannot go out.
My eye grows dim with sorrow.
O Lord, I have called on You every day;
I have spread out my hands to You [in prayer].
Will You perform wonders for the dead?
Shall the departed spirits arise and praise You? Selah.
- Psalm 88:8 Lit abomination to them.