1 I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast raised me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
2 O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
3 O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
4 Sing praise unto the Lord, O ye saints of his, and give thanks to his holy name.
5 For his anger is but for a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may tarry for the night, but joy cometh in the morning.
6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
7 Thou, Lord, of thy favour hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.
8 I cried to thee, O Lord; and unto the Lord I made supplication:
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
10 Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me: Lord, be thou my helper.
11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:
12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.