6-7. I’m tired of all this—so tired. My bedhas been floating forty days and nightsOn the flood of my tears.My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears.The sockets of my eyes are black holes;nearly blind, I squint and grope.
8-9. Get out of here, you Devil’s crew:at last God has heard my sobs.My requests have all been granted,my prayers are answered.
10. Cowards, my enemies disappear.Disgraced, they turn tail and run.