5 In the world of the dead you are not remembered;no one can praise you there.
6 I am worn out with grief;every night my bed is damp from my weeping;my pillow is soaked with tears.
7 I can hardly see;my eyes are so swollenfrom the weeping caused by my enemies.
8 Keep away from me, you evil people!The Lord hears my weeping;
9 he listens to my cry for helpand will answer my prayer.
10 My enemies will know the bitter shame of defeat;in sudden confusion they will be driven away.