Rotherham(i)
8 Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry,––and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:
9 What profit in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?
10 Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.
11 Thou hast turned my lamentation, into a dance for me,––Thou hast torn off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:
12 To the end that mine honour should make melody unto thee, and not be silent. O Yahweh, my God! Unto times age–abiding, will I praise thee.