5For in death there is no remembrance of thee: In the grave who shall give thee thanks?
6I am weary with my groaning; All the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
7Mine eye is consumed because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine enemies.
8Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; For the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.
9The Lord hath heard my supplication; The Lord will receive my prayer.