1 I will extol you, Yahweh, for you have raised me up,

and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2 Yahweh my God, I cried to you,

and you have healed me.

3 Yahweh, you have brought up my soul from Sheol.

You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

4 Sing praise to Yahweh, you saints of his.

Give thanks to his holy name.

5 For his anger is but for a moment.

His favor is for a lifetime.

Weeping may stay for the night,

but joy comes in the morning.

6 As for me, I said in my prosperity,

"I shall never be moved."

7 You, Yahweh, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong;

but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

8 I cried to you, Yahweh.

I made supplication to the Lord:

9 "What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit?

Shall the dust praise you?

Shall it declare your truth?

10 Hear, Yahweh, and have mercy on me.

Yahweh, be my helper."

11 You have turned my mourning into dancing for me.

You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness,

12 to the end that my heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent.

Yahweh my God, I will give thanks to you forever!

1 A Psalm [and] Song [at] the dedication of the house of David. I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted 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 gavest me life from my descent into the grave.

4 Let his merciful ones sing unto the LORD, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

5 For his anger [endures but] a moment; in his will is life; weeping may endure for a night, but joy [comes] in the morning.

6 And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.

7 LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong; thou didst hide thy face, [and] I was troubled.

8 I will cry unto thee, O GOD; and unto the Lord will I make 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 my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth and girded me with gladness;

12 to the end that [I] may sing glory unto thee and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.: