Psalms 88:9
Berean Standard Bible
My eyes grow dim with grief. I call to You daily, O LORD; I spread out my hands to You.
Context
7Your wrath weighs heavily upon me;
all Your waves have submerged me.
Selah 8You have removed my friends from me;
You have made me repulsive to them;
I am confined and cannot escape. 9My eyes grow dim with grief.
I call to You daily, O LORD;
I spread out my hands to You. 10Do You work wonders for the dead?
Do departed spirits rise up to praise You?
Selah 11Can Your loving devotion be proclaimed in the grave,
Your faithfulness in Abaddon *?
English text: Berean Standard Bible (BSB). English audio: Berean Standard Audio Bible.