1I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast raised me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

3O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

4Sing praise unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks to his holy name.

5For his anger is but for a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may tarry for the night, but joy cometh in the morning.

6As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

7Thou, LORD, of thy favour hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

8I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication:

9What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

10Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.

11Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:

12To 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.