5(6:6) For in death men do not remember thee: in the nether world, who shall give thee thanks?
6(6:7) I am weary with my sighing; I flood every night my bed; With my tears I moisten my couch.
7(6:8) My eye is consumed because of grief; it waxeth old because of all my assailants.
8(6:9) Depart from me, all ye workers of wickedness; for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.
Psalms 6
Psalms 6:5-8