5 No one is going to praise youwhen they are dead.Who gives you thanksfrom the grave?
6 I’m worn out from groaning.Every night, I drench my bed with tears;I soak my couch all the way through.
7 My vision fails because of my grief;it’s weak because of all my distress.
8 Get away from me, all you evildoers,because the Lord has heard me crying!
9 The Lord has listened to my request.The Lord accepts my prayer.
10 All my enemies will be ashamedand completely terrified;they will be defeatedand ashamed instantly.