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 His saints, and give thanks at the remembrance of His holiness.
For His anger endureth but a moment, and in His favor is life; weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
And in my prosperity I said, "I shall never be moved."
LORD, by Thy favor Thou hast made my mountain to stand strong; when Thou didst hide Thy face, 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 my glory may sing praise to Thee and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto Thee for ever.