8 Lord, I called to you;

I sought favor from my Lord:g

9 “What gain is there in my death,

if I go down to the Pit?

Will the dust praise you?

Will it proclaim your truth?h

10 Lord, listen and be gracious to me;

Lord, be my helper.”i

11 You turned my lament into dancing;

you removed my sackcloth

and clothed me with gladness,j

12 so that I can sing to you and not be silent.

Lord my God, I will praise you forever.k