2I will extol thee, O Lord, for Thou hast raised me up,

And hast not suffered mine enemies to rejoice over me.

3O Lord my God,

I cried unto Thee, and Thou didst heal me;

4O Lord, Thou broughtest up my soul from the nether-world;

Thou didst kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

5Sing praise unto the Lord, O ye His godly ones,

And give thanks to His holy name.

6For His anger is but for a moment, His favour is for a life-time;

Weeping may tarry for the night,

But joy cometh in the morning.

7Now I had said in my security:

‘I shall never be moved.’

8Thou hadst established, O Lord, in Thy favour my mountain as a stronghold—

Thou didst hide Thy face; I was affrighted.

9Unto Thee, O Lord, did I call,

And unto the Lord I made supplication:

10‘What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit?

Shall the dust praise Thee? Shall it declare Thy truth?

11Hear, O Lord, and be gracious unto me;

Lord, be Thou my helper.’

12Thou didst turn for me my mourning into dancing;

Thou didst loose my sackcloth, and gird me with gladness;

13So that my glory may sing praise to Thee, and not be silent;

O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto Thee for ever.