CAB(i)
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to You? Or shall it declare Your truth?
10 The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord has become my helper.
11 You have turned my mourning into joy for me; You have removed my sackcloth, and have clothed me with gladness;
12 that my glory may sing praise to You, and I may not be pierced with sorrow. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever.