O LORD, when you favored me, you made my mountaina stand firm; but when you hid your face,1 I was dismayed.
To you, O LORD, I called; to the Lord I cried for mercy:
"What gain is there in my destruction,b in my going down into the pit?2 Will the dust praise you? Will it proclaim your faithfulness?310
Hear,4 O LORD, and be merciful to me;5 O LORD, be my help.6"
You turned my wailing7 into dancing;8 you removed my sackcloth9 and clothed me with joy,1012
that my heart may sing to you and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give you thanks11 forever.12