ECB(i)
 6  and in my serenity I say, I totter not eternally. 
 
 7  O Yah Veh, at your pleasure my mountain stands in strength; you hide your face and I terrify. 
 
 8  I call to you, O Yah Veh; and to Yah Veh I seek charism. 
 
 9  What gain is there in my blood when I descend to the pit of ruin? Does dust spread hands to you? - tell your truth? 
 
 10  Hear, O Yah Veh, and grant me charism; O Yah Veh, be my helper. 
 
 11  Turn my chopping into round dancing; loose my saq and girt me with cheerfulness: 
 
 12  so that my honor may psalm to you and not hush. O Yah Veh my Elohim, I spread hands to you eternally.