8 I cried out to you, Lord.I begged my Lord for mercy:
9 "What is to be gained by my spilled blood,by my going down into the pit?Does dust thank you?Does it proclaim your faithfulness?
10 Lord, listen and have mercy on me!Lord, be my helper!"
11 You changed my mourning into dancing.You took off my funeral clothesand dressed me up in joy
12 so that my whole beingmight sing praises to you and never stop.Lord, my God, I will give thanks to you forever.