Psalms 6:5-9

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.

The Lord has heard my pleading, The Lord receives my prayer.