For there is no one in death who would be mindful of you. And who will confess to you in Hell?
I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
I am weary with my groaning; all night I soak my pillow with tears, I drench my couch with my weeping.
I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.
I’m worn out from groaning. Every night, I drench my bed with tears; I soak my couch all the way through.
For there is no one in death, that is mindful of thee: and who shall confess to thee in hell?