9 What profit is there in my blood: when I go down to the pit?
10 Shall the dust give thanks unto thee: or shall it declare thy truth?
11 Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me: Lord, be thou my helper.
12 Thou hast turned my heaviness into joy: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness.
13 Therefore shall every good man sing of thy praise without ceasing: O my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.
PSALM 31. In te, Domine, speravi.
In thee, O Lord, have I put my trust: let me never be put to confusion, deliver me in thy righteousness.
2 Bow down thine ear to me: make haste to deliver me.
3 And be thou my strong rock, and house of defence: that thou mayest save me.
4 For thou art my strong rock, and my castle: be thou also my guide, and lead me for thy Name's sake.