⁵ Among the dead no one proclaims your name.
    Who praises you from the grave?^(A)

⁶ 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)
7 My eyes grow weak^(F) with sorrow;
    they fail because of all my foes.