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Every day I beg for your help. Can’t you see my tears?
My eyes are swollen with weeping.
My arms are wide, longing for mercy,[a]
but you’re nowhere to be found.
10 How can those who are cut off from your care
even know that you are there?
How can I rise up to praise you if I’m dead and gone?
Pause in his presence
11 Who can give thanks for your love in the graveyard?
Who preaches your faithfulness in the place of destruction?

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  1. Psalm 88:9 As translated from the Septuagint. The Greek reads “My hands are stretched out to you.”