6 And in my prosperity I said,I shall never be moved.
7 Lord, by thy favor thou hast made my mountain to stand strong:thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.
8 I cried to thee, O Lord;and unto the Lord I made supplication.
9 What profit is there in my blood,when I go down to the pit?Shall the dust praise thee?Shall it declare thy truth?
10 Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me: Lord, be thou my helper.
11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing:thou hast put off my sackcloth,and girded me with gladness;
12 to the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent.O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.