“I am weary with my moaning.

Every night I flood my bed with tears.

I drench my couch with my weeping.

My eyes waste away because of grief.

They grow weak because of all my foes.”

David is weary with all his moaning. Every night his bed is full of tears. He drenches his couch in the day with tears. His eyes are wasting away because of grief. He was growing weak because of his enemies.