4 My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?
5 Come back, O Lord, make my soul free; O give me salvation because of your mercy.
6 For in death there is no memory of you; in the underworld who will give you praise?
7 The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.
8 My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.
9 Go from me, all you workers of evil; for the Lord has given ear to the voice of my weeping.
10 The Lord has given ear to my request; the Lord has let my prayer come before him.
