10 What use would there be in my blood, if I descend into corruption? Will dust confess to you or announce your truth?
11 The Lord has heard, and he has been merciful to me. The Lord has become my helper.
12 You have turned my mourning into gladness for me. You have cut off my sackcloth, and you have surrounded me with joy.
13 So then, may my glory sing to you, and may I not regret it. O Lord, my God, I will confess to you for eternity.