9 To thee, O Lord, will I cry: and I will make supplication to my God.
10 What profit is there in my blood, whilst I go down to corruption? Shall dust confess to thee, or declare thy truth?
11 The Lord hath heard, and hath had mercy on me: the Lord became my helper.
12 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into joy: thou hast cut my sackcloth, and hast compassed me with gladness:
13 To the end that my glory may sing to thee, and I may not regret: O Lord my God, I will give praise to thee for ever.