I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

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

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

LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.

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

Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;