3 0  I will extol You, O Lord, for You have lifted me up, And have not let my foes rejoice over me.

2  O Lord my God, I cried out to You, And You healed me.

3  O Lord, You brought my soul up from the grave; You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

4  Sing praise to the Lord, you saints of His, And give thanks at the remembrance of His holy name

5  For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for life; Weeping may endure for a night, But joy comes in the morning.

6  Now in my prosperity I said, “I shall never be moved.”

7   Lord, by Your favor You have made my mountain stand strong; You hid Your face, and I was troubled.

8  I cried out 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?
Will the dust praise You?  Will it declare Your truth?

10  Hear, O Lord, and have mercy on me; Lord, be my helper!”

11  You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; You have put off my sackcloth and clothed 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 forever.