I am weary with my groaning. All night my tears dampen my pillow and I drench my bed. My eyes are swollen because of grief, they grow old because of all my enemies.
Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for Jehovah has heard my weeping.
Jehovah has heard my plea for help, Jehovah accepts my prayers.
All of my enemies will be ashamed and shake with terror. They will turn back and suddenly be disgraced.