5For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?
6I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night on my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
7Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
8Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,