Psalms 6:5-8

⁵For in death there is no memory of you; in the underworld who will give you praise?

⁶The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.

⁷My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.

⁸Go from me, all you workers of evil; for the Lord has given ear to the voice of my weeping.