7 Your favor, O lord, made me as secure as a mountain.Then you turned away from me, and I was shattered.
8 I cried out to you, O lord.I begged the Lord for mercy, saying,
9 “What will you gain if I die,if I sink into the grave?Can my dust praise you?Can it tell of your faithfulness?
10 Hear me, lord, and have mercy on me.Help me, O lord.”
11 You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing.You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy,
12 that I might sing praises to you and not be silent.O lord my God, I will give you thanks forever!