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9 “What gain is there in my bloodshed, in my descent to the Pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it proclaim Your faithfulness?
10 Hear me, O LORD, and have mercy; O LORD, be my helper.”
11 You turned my mourning into dancing; You peeled off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
12 that my heart may sing Your praises and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks forever.