8Lord, I shall cry to thee; and I shall pray to my God.
9What profit is in my blood; while I go down into corruption? Whether dust shall acknowledge to thee; either it shall tell of thy truth?
10The Lord heard, and had mercy on me; the Lord is made mine helper.
11Thou hast turned my wailing into joy to me; thou hast rent my sack-cloth, and hast encompassed me with gladness.
12That my glory sing to thee, and I be not compunct; my Lord God, I shall acknowledge to thee without end.