I cried to You, Jehovah and sought favor from my Lord.
“What profit is there in my blood if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise You? shall it declare Your truth?
Listen and have mercy upon me Lord, be my helper.
You have turned my mourning into dancing. You have put off my sackcloth and girded me with gladness, so that I may sing praises to You and not be silent. Jehovah my God, I will give thanks unto You forever.”