4 Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness` sake.
5 For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?
6 I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night [on] my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.
7 Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,
8 Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,
9 Jehovah hath heard my supplication, Jehovah my prayer receiveth.
10 Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back -- ashamed [in] a moment!
