NSB(i)
7 By your favor, O Jehovah, you made my mountain to stand strong. You hid your face and I was alarmed (dismayed).
8 To You, O Jehovah, I called. To Jehovah I made supplication:
9 What profit is there in my blood, if I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise you? Will it declare your truth?
10 Hear, O Jehovah, and be gracious to me. O Jehovah help me.
11 You turned my mourning into dancing. You loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness.