Because it pleased you, LORD, you made me a strong mountain. But then you hid your presence. I was terrified.
I cried out to you, LORD. I begged my Lord for mercy:
"What is to be gained by my spilled blood, by my going down into the pit? Does dust thank you? Does it proclaim your faithfulness?
LORD, listen and have mercy on me! LORD, be my helper!"
You changed my mourning into dancing. You took off my funeral clothes and dressed me up in joy
so that my whole being might sing praises to you and never stop. LORD, my God, I will give thanks to you forever.