Lord, when You showed Your favor, You made me stand like a strong mountain; when You hid Your face, I was terrified.
Lord, I called to You; I sought favor from my Lord:
"What gain is there in my death, in my descending to the Pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it proclaim Your truth?
Lord, listen and be gracious to me; Lord, be my helper."
You turned my lament into dancing; You removed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness,
so that I can sing to You and not be silent. Lord my God, I will praise You forever.