4 Return, O LORD, deliver my soul: oh save me for your mercies' sake.
5 For in death there is no remembrance of you: in the grave who shall give you thanks?
6 I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed wet with tears; I water my couch with my tears.
7 My eye is consumed because of grief; it grows old because of all my enemies.
8 Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity; for the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping.
9 The LORD has heard my supplication; the LORD will receive my prayer.
10 Let all my enemies be ashamed and greatly troubled: let them return and be ashamed suddenly.