I will exalt You, Lord, because You have lifted me up and have not allowed my enemies to triumph over me.
Lord my God, I cried to You for help, and You healed me.
Lord, You brought me up from Sheol; You spared me from among those going down to the Pit.
Sing to the Lord, you His faithful ones, and praise His holy name.
For His anger lasts only a moment, but His favor, a lifetime. Weeping may spend the night, but there is joy in the morning.
When I was secure, I said, "I will never be shaken."
Lord, when You showed Your favor, You made me stand like a strong mountain; when You hid Your face, I was terrified.
Lord, I called to You; I sought favor from my Lord:
"What gain is there in my death, in my descending to the Pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it proclaim Your truth?
Lord, listen and be gracious to me; Lord, be my helper."
You turned my lament into dancing; You removed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness,
so that I can sing to You and not be silent. Lord my God, I will praise You forever.