1 I will extol thee, O LORD;
for thou hast lifted me up,
and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
2 O LORD my God, I cried unto thee,
and thou hast healed me.
3 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.
4 Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his,
and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
5 For his anger endureth but a moment;
in his favour is life:
weeping may endure for a night,
but joy cometh in the morning.
6 And in my prosperity I said,
I shall never be moved.
7 LORD, by thy favour
thou hast made my mountain to stand strong:
thou didst hide thy face,
and I was troubled.
8 I cried to thee, O LORD;
and unto the LORD I made supplication.
9 What profit is there in my blood,
when I go down to the pit?
Shall the dust praise thee?
shall it declare thy truth?
10 Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me:
LORD, be thou my helper.
11 Thou hast turned for me
my mourning into dancing:
thou hast put off my sackcloth,
and girded me with gladness;
12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee,
and not be silent. O LORD my God,
I will give thanks unto thee for ever.
(KJV)
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