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

⁶ I am worn out^(A) from my groaning.^(B)

All night long I flood my bed with weeping^(C)
    and drench my couch with tears.^(D)

¹⁴ I am poured out like water,
    and all my bones are out of joint.^(A)
My heart has turned to wax;^(B)
    it has melted^(C) within me.

¹⁵ My mouth^[a] is dried up like a potsherd,^(A)
    and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;^(B)
    you lay me in the dust^(C) of death.