8 To You, O Lord, I called, And to the Lord I made supplication:
9 "What profit is there in my blood, if I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it declare Your faithfulness?
10 "Hear, O Lord, and be gracious to me; O Lord, be my helper."
11 You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; You have loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness,
12 That my soul may sing praise to You and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever.