ACV(i)
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 have turned for me my mourning into dancing. Thou have loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness,
12 to the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks to thee forever.