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Lord, you showed me favor,
    established for me mountains of virtue.
But when you hid your face
    I was struck with terror.(A)
To you, Lord, I cried out;
    with the Lord I pleaded for mercy:
10 [a]“What gain is there from my lifeblood,
    from my going down to the grave?
Does dust give you thanks
    or declare your faithfulness?

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Footnotes

  1. 30:10 In the stillness of Sheol no one gives you praise; let me live and be among your worshipers, cf. Ps 6:6; 88:11–13; 115:17; Is 38:18.