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 a me.
3 O Lord, thou hast a my b 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 a his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but b 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 a, and I was troubled.
8 I cried to thee, O Lord; and unto the Lord I made supplication.
9 a profit is there in my b, when I go down to the pit? Shall the c 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 a into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with b;
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.