8I cried to thee, O Jehovah; And unto Jehovah I made supplication: 9What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth? 10Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me: Jehovah, be thou my helper. 11Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness; 12To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.
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