8 Lord, I called out to you. I cried to you for your favor.
9 I said, "What good will come if I die? What good will come if I go down into the grave? Can the dust of my dead body praise you? Can it tell how faithful you are?
10 Lord, hear me. Show me your favor. Lord, help me."
11 You turned my loud crying into dancing. You removed my black clothes and dressed me with joy.