7Thou, O LORD! by thy favor, hast made my mountain to stand strong; Thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled!
8I cried unto thee, O LORD! To the LORD I made supplication:
9“What will my blood profit thee, that I should go down to the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?
10Hear, O LORD! and have pity upon me! Be thou, LORD! my helper!”
11Thou didst turn my mourning into dancing; Thou didst loose my sackcloth, and gird me with gladness.