4 Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul, And save me for your loving kindness' sake.
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 Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.
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