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.
8Begone, workers of wrong, for the Lord has heard my loud weeping,