5 For in death there is no remembrance of thee: in Sheol who shall give thee thanks?
6 I am weary with my groaning; every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
7 Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; it waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.
8 Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the Lord hath heard the voice of my weeping.
9 The Lord hath heard my supplication; the Lord will receive my prayer.
10 All mine enemies shall be ashamed and sore vexed: they shall turn back, they shall be ashamed suddenly.