10 My eyes languished before destitution. All day long, I cried out to you, O Lord. I stretched out my hands to you.
11 Will you perform wonders for the dead? Or will physicians raise to life, and so confess to you?
12 Could anyone declare your mercy in the sepulcher, or your truth from within perdition?
13 Will your wonders be known in the darkness, or your justice in the land of oblivion?
14 And I have cried out to you, O Lord, and in early morning, my prayer will come before you.
15 Lord, why do you reject my prayer? Why do you turn your face away from me?
16 I am poor, and I have been amid hardships from my youth. And, though I have been exalted, I am humbled and disturbed.