b'Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me, and made me to be abhorred of them: I am shut up, and cannot get forth.Mine eye is sorrowful through mine affliction: Lord, I call daily upon thee: I stretch out mine hands unto thee.10 Wilt thou shew a miracle to the dead? Or shall the dead rise and praise thee? Selah.11 Shall thy loving kindness be declared in the grave? or thy faithfulness in destruction?12 Shall thy wondrous works be known in the dark? and thy righteousness in the land of oblivion?13 But unto thee have I cried, O Lord, and early shall my prayer come before thee.14 Lord, why doest thou reject my soul, and hidest thy face from me?15 I am afflicted and at the point of death: from my youth I suffer thy terrors, doubting of my life.228'