1 I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

1 ¶ I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast raised 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.

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.

3 ¶ O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol:
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.

4 ¶ Sing praise unto the Lord, O ye saints of his,
And give thanks to his holy name.

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.

5 ¶ For his anger is but for a moment;
In his favour is life:
Weeping may tarry for the night,
But joy cometh in the morning.

6 And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.

6 ¶ As for me, I said in my prosperity,
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.

7 ¶ Thou, Lord, of thy favour hadst made my mountain to stand strong:
Thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

8 I cried to thee, O Lord; and unto the Lord I made supplication.

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?

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.

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;

11 ¶ Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing;
Thou hast loosed 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.

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.