5 For his anger is but for a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may tarry for the night, but joy cometh in the morning.
6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
7 Thou, Lord, of thy favour hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.
8 I cried to thee, O Lord; and unto the Lord I made supplication:
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
10 Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me: Lord, be thou my helper.
11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness: