1 I will extol thee, O LORD, for Thou hast raised me up, and hast not suffered mine enemies to rejoice over me.
2 O LORD my God, I cried unto Thee, and Thou didst heal me;
3 O LORD, Thou broughtest up my soul from the nether-world; Thou didst keep me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
4 Sing praise unto the LORD, O ye His godly ones, and give thanks to His holy name.
5 For His anger is but for a moment, His favour is for a life-time; weeping may tarry for the night, but joy cometh in the morning.
6 Now I had said in my security: 'I shall never be moved.'
7 Thou hadst established, O LORD, in Thy favour my mountain as a stronghold--Thou didst hide Thy face; I was affrighted.
8 Unto Thee, O LORD, did I call, 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 be gracious unto me; LORD, be Thou my helper.'
11 Thou didst turn for me my mourning into dancing; Thou didst loose my sackcloth, and gird me with gladness;
12 So that my glory may sing praise to Thee, and not be silent; O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto Thee for ever.