Psalms 6:4-8

Return, Lord, rescue my soul; Save me because of Your mercy.

For there is no mention of You in death; In Sheol, who will praise You?

I am weary with my sighing; Every night I make my bed swim, I flood my couch with my tears.

My eye has wasted away with grief; It has grown old because of all my enemies.

Leave me, all you who practice injustice, For the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.