Complacent, I once said, “I shall never be shaken.”
Lord, when you showed me favor I stood like the mighty mountains.
But when you hid your face I was struck with terror.
To you, Lord, I cried out; with the Lord I pleaded for mercy:
“What gain is there from my lifeblood, from my going down to the grave?
Does dust give you thanks or declare your faithfulness?
Hear, O Lord, have mercy on me; Lord, be my helper.”