8 Lord, you showed me favor,established for me mountains of virtue.But when you hid your faceI was struck with terror.
9 To you, Lord, I cried out;with the Lord I pleaded for mercy:
10 “What gain is there from my lifeblood,from my going down to the grave?Does dust give you thanksor declare your faithfulness?
11 Hear, O Lord, have mercy on me;Lord, be my helper.”
12 You changed my mourning into dancing;you took off my sackclothand clothed me with gladness.
13 So that my glory may praise youand not be silent.O Lord, my God,forever will I give you thanks.