Now as for me, I said in my prosperity, 'I will never be moved.'
LORD, by Your favor You have made my mountain to stand strong; You hid Your face, I was dismayed.
To You, LORD, I called, And to the Lord I pleaded for compassion:
'What gain is there in my blood, if I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it declare Your faithfulness?
'Hear, LORD, and be gracious to me; LORD, be my helper.'
You have turned my mourning into dancing for me; You have untied my sackcloth and encircled me with joy,