Psalm 30:7-9

The Voice

⁷By Your grace, Eternal,
I thought I was as strong as a mountain;
But when You left my side and hid away,
I crumbled in fear.

⁸O Eternal One, I called out to You;
    I pleaded for Your compassion and forgiveness:
⁹“I’m no good to You dead! What benefits come from my rotting corpse?
    My body in the grave will not praise You.
No songs will rise up from the dust of my bones.
    From dust comes no proclamation of Your faithfulness.