5 For in death there is no memory of you.In Sheol, who shall give you thanks?
6 I am weary with my groaning.Every night I flood my bed.I drench my couch with my tears.
7 My eye wastes away because of grief.It grows old because of all my adversaries.
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 accepts my prayer.
10 May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed.They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly.