7 You were good to me, Lord;you protected me like a mountain fortress.But then you hid yourself from me,and I was afraid.
8 I called to you, Lord;I begged for your help:
9 “What will you gain from my death?What profit from my going to the grave?Are dead people able to praise you?Can they proclaim your unfailing goodness?
10 Hear me, Lord, and be merciful!Help me, Lord!”
11 You have changed my sadness into a joyful dance;you have taken away my sorrowand surrounded me with joy.
12 So I will not be silent;I will sing praise to you. Lord, you are my God,I will give you thanks for ever.