9 “What profit is there in my blood,When I go down to the pit?Will the dust praise You?Will it declare Your truth?
10 Hear, O Lord, and have mercy on me;Lord, be my helper!”
11 You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;You have put off my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness,
12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to You and not be silent.O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever.