Salmos 6

Car celui qui meurt n’a plus ton souvenir; Qui te louera dans le séjour des morts?

Heme consumido á fuerza de gemir: todas las noches inundo mi lecho, riego mi estrado con mis lágrimas.

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. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.