Where Was God?

Psalm 88: O lord, my god, my saviour. Let my prayer enter into your presence. Incline your ear to my lamentation. For i am full of trouble. My life is at the brink of the grave. I have become like one who has no strength, lost among the dead. Do you work wonders for the dead? Will those who have died stand up and give you thanks? Your faithfulness in the land of destruction? Will your wonders be known in th dark? Or your righteousness in the country where all is forgotten?