10 "What profit is my blood when I go down to the grave? Shall the dust praise Thee? shall he declare thy truth?

11 Hear, O Lord, and have mercy on me; God! be my helper."

12 And thou hast turned my lamentation into gladness, and hast taken off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness,

13 let my soul praise thee, and let it not be silent. O Lord my God! I will praise Thee forever.

Psalm 30

1 To the head of the choir. Psalm of David. [In a time of confusion].

2 In thee, O Lord, I trust, that I may never be ashamed; deliver me in Thy righteousness;

3 incline thy ear unto me, hasten to deliver me. Be thou my stronghold of stone, a house of refuge, to save me;

4 For thou art my mountain of stone, and my hedge; For Thy name's sake, lead me and govern me.

5 Bring me out of the snare which they have secretly set for me, for you are my strength.

6 Into thy hand I commend my spirit; Thou hast delivered me, O Lord, God of truth.

7 I hate those who worship vain idols, but in the Lord I trust.

8 I will rejoice and be glad in thy mercy, because thou hast looked upon my affliction, and hast known the sorrow of my soul

9 and delivered me not into the hands of the enemy; He set my feet in a wide place.

10 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am cramped; My eye is dried up with sorrow, my soul, and my womb.

11 My life is exhausted in sorrow, and my years in groaning; My strength is faint because of my sins, and my bones are withered.

12 From all my enemies I have become a reproach even to my neighbours, and a terror to my acquaintances; Those who see me in the street flee from me.

13 I am forgotten in hearts as dead; I am like a broken vessel,

14 For I hear the evil of many; everywhere there is terror, when they conspire against me, plotting to pluck out my soul.

15 But I trust in thee, O Lord; I say: You are my God.

16 In thy hand are my days; deliver me out of the hand of my enemies, and out of my persecutors.