2Lord, be gracious to me in my weakness. Heal me Lord, for racked is my body;
3all of me utterly racked. Why do you wait so long, Lord?
4Turn, Lord, rescue me; save me, because of your love.
5For in death none can call you to mind; in Sheol who can praise you?
6I am so weary of sighing. All the night I make my bed swim, and wet my couch with my tears.
7My eyes swollen with grief; from weeping caused by my foes.