O let my soul live, and it shall give praises unto thee; And let thy judgments gracious be helpful unto me.
What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to pit? Shall unto thee the dust give praise? thy truth declare shall it?
That very right thy judgments are I know, and do confess; And that thou hast afflicted me in truth and faithfulness.
With me thy servant, in thy grace, deal bountifully, Lord: That by thy favor I may live, and duly keep thy word.