ECB(i)
7 O Yah Veh, at your pleasure my mountain stands in strength; you hide your face and I terrify.
8 I call to you, O Yah Veh; and to Yah Veh I seek charism.
9 What gain is there in my blood when I descend to the pit of ruin? Does dust spread hands to you? - tell your truth?
10 Hear, O Yah Veh, and grant me charism; O Yah Veh, be my helper.
11 Turn my chopping into round dancing; loose my saq and girt me with cheerfulness: