8. Wherefore unto the Lord my cryI caused to ascend:My humble supplicationI to the Lord did send.
9. What profit is there in my blood,when I go down to pit?Shall unto thee the dust give praise?thy truth declare shall it?
10. Hear, Lord, have mercy; help me, Lord:
11. Thou turned hast my sadnessTo dancing; yea, my sackcloth loos'd,and girded me with gladness;
12. That sing thy praise my glory may,and never silent be.O Lord my God, for evermoreI will give thanks to thee.