10. my eyes grow dim from trouble.All day I call on you, Lord;I stretch out my hands to you.
11. Do you work wonders for the dead?Do the shades arise and praise you?Selah
12. Is your mercy proclaimed in the grave,your faithfulness among those who have perished?
13. Are your marvels declared in the darkness,your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion?
14. But I cry out to you, Lord;in the morning my prayer comes before you.
15. Why do you reject my soul, Lord,and hide your face from me?
16. I have been mortally afflicted since youth;I have borne your terrors and I am made numb.
17. Your wrath has swept over me;your terrors have destroyed me.
18. All day they surge round like a flood;from every side they encircle me.