American Standard Version of 1901
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Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor hadst made my mountain to stand strong:Thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.
I cried to thee, O Jehovah;And unto Jehovah I made supplication:
What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit?Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me:Jehovah, be thou my helper.
Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing;Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;