Psalms 88:11-18

Will your love be told in the grave? Will your loyalty be told in the place of death? Will your miracles be known in the dark grave? Will your goodness be known in the land of forgetfulness? But, LORD, I have called out to you for help; every morning I pray to you. LORD, why do you reject me? Why do you hide from me? I have been weak and dying since I was young. I suffer from your terrors, and I am helpless. You have been angry with me, and your terrors have destroyed me. They surround me daily like a flood; they are all around me. You have taken away my loved ones and friends. Darkness is my only friend.