CLV(i)
7 O Yahweh, in Your benevolence, You have made my mountain to stand in strength. If You conceal Your face, I become flustered;"
8 To You, O Yahweh, am I calling, And to my Lord am I supplicating."
9 What gain is there in my blood poured out, In my descending to the grave? Does soil acclaim You? Does it tell Your faithfulness?
10 Hear, O Yahweh, and be gracious to me; O Yahweh, be my Help!"
11 You have turned my wailing into fluting for me. You have unloosed my sackcloth And are belting me with rejoicing,