10 My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.
11 Will you do works of wonder for the dead? will the shades come back to give you praise? (Selah.)
12 Will the story of your mercy be given in the house of the dead? will news of your faith come to the place of destruction?
13 May there be knowledge of your wonders in the dark? or of your righteousness where memory is dead?
14 But to you did I send up my cry, O Lord; in the morning my prayer came before you.
15 Lord, why have you sent away my soul? why is your face covered from me?
16 I have been troubled and in fear of death from the time when I was young; your wrath is hard on me, and I have no strength.
