7 Lord, when you favoured me,you made my royal mountain stand firm;but when you hid your face,I was dismayed.
8 To you, Lord, I called;to the Lord I cried for mercy:
9 ‘What is gained if I am silenced,if I go down to the pit?Will the dust praise you?Will it proclaim your faithfulness?
10 Hear, Lord, and be merciful to me;Lord, be my help.’
11 You turned my wailing into dancing;you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
12 that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent.Lord my God, I will praise you for ever.