LORD my God, I cried to You for help, and You healed me.
LORD, You have brought up my soul from Sheol; You have kept me alive, that I would not go down to the pit.
Sing praise to the LORD, you His godly ones, And praise the mention of His holiness.
For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for a lifetime; Weeping may last for the night, But a shout of joy comes
in the morning.
Now as for me, I said in my prosperity, 'I will never be moved.'
LORD, by Your favor You have made my mountain to stand strong; You hid Your face, I was dismayed.
To You, LORD, I called, And to the Lord I pleaded for compassion:
'What gain is there in my blood, if I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it declare Your faithfulness?
'Hear, LORD, and be gracious to me; LORD, be my helper.'
You have turned my mourning into dancing for me; You have untied my sackcloth and encircled me with joy,
soul may sing praise to You and not be silent. LORD my God, I will give thanks to You forever.