NSB(i)
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.
12 Now I sing praise to you. I am not silent! O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks and praise you forever.