A portion from the Eighty Eighth Psalm
Do you work wonders for the dead?
Do the departed rise up to praise you?
Is your steadfast love declared in the grave,
or your faithfulness in Abaddon?
…But I, O Lord, cry to you!
in the morning my prayer comes before you.
O Lord, why do you cast my soul away?
Why do you hide your face from me…?
