1 I will extol you, O Lord, because you have lifted me up, and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.
2 I cried to you for help, O Lord my God, and you healed me.
3 You have brought me up, Lord, from Sheol, from my way to the pit back to life you have called me.
4 Sing praise to the Lord, faithful people; give thanks to his holy name.
5 For his anger lasts only a moment, his favour endures for a lifetime. Weeping may lodge for the night, but the morning brings shouts of joy.
6 When all went well, I imagined that never should I be shaken.
7 For by your favour, O Lord, you had set me on mountains strong: but you hide your face, and I was confounded.
8 Then to you, Lord, I cried, to the Lord I begged for mercy,
9 “What profit is there in my blood, if I go down to the pit? Can you be praised by dust? Can it tell of your faithfulness?
10 Hear, Lord, and show me your favour, Lord be a helper to me.”
11 You have turned my mourning to dancing; my sackcloth you have unloosed, and clothed me with joy: that unceasingly I should sing your praise, and give thanks to you, Lord my God, forever.