9 My eye mourns by reason of affliction; Lord, I have called daily upon thee; I have stretched out my hands unto thee.
10 Wilt thou show wonders to the dead? shall the dead arise and praise thee? Selah.
11 Shall thy mercy be declared in the grave? or thy truth in hell?
12 Shall thy wonder be known in darkness? and thy righteousness in the land of forgetfulness?
13 But unto thee have I cried, O Lord; and in the morning shall my prayer come before thee.
14 Lord, why dost thou cast off my soul? why dost thou hide thy face from me?
15 I am afflicted and destitute; from my youth up I have feared thee and been in awe of thee.