4 Lord, you brought my soul up from Sheol;you let me live, from going down to the pit.
5 Sing praise to the Lord, you faithful;give thanks to his holy memory.
6 For his anger lasts but a moment;his favor a lifetime.At dusk weeping comes for the night;but at dawn there is rejoicing.
7 Complacent, I once said,“I shall never be shaken.”
8 Lord, you showed me favor,established for me mountains of virtue.But when you hid your faceI was struck with terror.
9 To you, Lord, I cried out;with the Lord I pleaded for mercy:
10 “What gain is there from my lifeblood,from my going down to the grave?Does dust give you thanksor declare your faithfulness?