8O Lord, in thy good pleasure thou didst add strength to my beauty: But thou didst turn away thy face, and I was troubled.
9To thee, O Lord, will I cry; And to my God will I make supplication.
10What profit is there in my blood, When I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to thee? Or shall it declare thy truth?
11The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; The Lord is become my helper.