1I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted 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 the grave:
Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

4Sing unto the Lord, O ye saints of his,
And give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

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

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

7Lord, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong:
Thou didst hide thy face, and 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 put off 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.