⁷ My eyes grow weak^(A) with sorrow;
    they fail because of all my foes.

³ The cords of death^(A) entangled me,
    the anguish of the grave came over me;
    I was overcome by distress and sorrow.

¹¹ Those the Lord has rescued^(A) will return.
    They will enter Zion with singing;^(B)
    everlasting joy will crown their heads.
Gladness and joy^(C) will overtake them,
    and sorrow and sighing will flee away.^(D)