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Dead people don’t remember you;
    those in ·the grave [or the underworld; L Sheol] don’t praise you.

I am ·tired [weary] ·of crying to you [L because of my moaning].
    Every night ·my bed is wet [L I flood my pillow] with tears;
    my bed is soaked from my crying.
My eyes are weak ·from so much crying [L because of my grief];
    they are weak ·from crying about [L because of] my enemies.

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Among the dead no one proclaims your name.
    Who praises you from the grave?(A)

I am worn out(B) from my groaning.(C)

All night long I flood my bed with weeping(D)
    and drench my couch with tears.(E)
My eyes grow weak(F) with sorrow;
    they fail because of all my foes.

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