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: