PSALMS 30:7-11

⁷Thou, LORD, of thy favour hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

⁸I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication:

⁹What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

¹⁰Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.

¹¹Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness: