6 As for me, I said in my prosperity,“I shall never be moved.”
7 By your favor, O Lord,you made my mountain stand strong;you hid your face;I was dismayed.
8 To you, O Lord, I cry,and to the Lord I plead for mercy:
9 “What profit is there in my death,if I go down to the pit?Will the dust praise you?Will it tell of your faithfulness?
10 Hear, O Lord, and be merciful to me!O Lord, be my helper!”
11 You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;you have loosed my sackclothand clothed me with gladness,
12 that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent.O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever!