1I will extol thee, O Lord, for thou hast drawn me up,

and hast not let my foes rejoice over me.

2O Lord my God, I cried to thee for help,

and thou hast healed me.

3O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol,

restored me to life from among those gone down to the Pit.a

4Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints,

and give thanks to his holy name.

5For his anger is but for a moment,

and his favor is for a lifetime.

Weeping may tarry for the night,

but joy comes with the morning.

6As for me, I said in my prosperity,

"I shall never be moved."

7By thy favor, O Lord,

thou hadst established me as a strong mountain;

thou didst hide thy face,

I was dismayed.

8To thee, O Lord, I cried;

and to the Lord I made supplication:

9"What profit is there in my death,

if I go down to the Pit?

Will the dust praise thee?

Will it tell of thy faithfulness?

10Hear, O Lord, and be gracious to me!

O Lord, be thou my helper!"

11Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing;

thou hast loosed my sackcloth

and girded me with gladness,

12that my soulb may praise thee and not be silent.

O Lord my God, I will give thanks to thee for ever.