O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed 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.

Sing unto the Lord, O ye saints of his, and give thanks ¹at the remembrance of his holiness.

For ¹his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure ²for a night, but ³joy cometh in the morning.

And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.

Lord, by thy favour thou hast ¹made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.

I cried to thee, O Lord; and unto the Lord I made supplication.

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

Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me: Lord, be thou my helper.

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

To the end that ¹my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.