9 my eyes are weak from suffering. Lord, every day I call to youand lift my hands to you in prayer.
10 Do you perform miracles for the dead?Do they rise up and praise you?
11 Is your constant love spoken of in the graveor your faithfulness in the place of destruction?
12 Are your miracles seen in that place of darknessor your goodness in the land of the forgotten?
13 Lord, I call to you for help;every morning I pray to you.
14 Why do you reject me, Lord?Why do you turn away from me?
15 Ever since I was young, I have suffered and been near death;I am worn out from the burden of your punishments.