1 I will extol you, O LORD; for you have lifted me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2 O LORD my God, I cried to you, and you have healed me.

3 O LORD, you have brought up my soul from the grave: you have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

4 Sing to the LORD, O you saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

5 For his anger endures but a moment; in his favor 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 your favor you have made my mountain to stand strong: you did hide your face, and I was troubled.

8 I cried to you, O LORD; and to the LORD I made supplication.

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

10 Hear, O LORD, and have mercy on me: LORD, be you my helper.

11 You have turned for me my mourning into dancing: you have put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to you, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks to you for ever.

1 I will extol thee, O Jehovah; for thou hast raised me up,

And hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2 O Jehovah my God,

I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

3 O Jehovah, 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 Jehovah, O ye saints of his,

And give thanks to his holy memorial name.

5 For his anger is but for a moment;

His favor is for a life-time:

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, Jehovah, of thy favor hadst made my mountain to stand strong:

Thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

8 I cried to thee, O Jehovah;

And unto Jehovah 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 Jehovah, and have mercy upon me:

Jehovah, be thou my helper.

11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing;

Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent.

O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.