7 O Lord, by your favor you have made my mountain stand firm.When you hid your face, I was terrified.
8 I will cry out to you, O Lord.I will plead to the Lord for mercy:
9 “How will you profit if my blood is shed,if I go into the pit?Will the dust ⌊of my body⌋ give thanks to you?Will it tell about your truth?”
10 Hear, O Lord, and have pity on me!O Lord, be my helper!
11 You have changed my sobbing into dancing.You have removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy
12 so that my soul may praise you with music and not be silent.O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever.