2 I will exalt thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies to rejoice over me. 3 O Lord my God, I cried to thee, and thou didst heal me. 4 O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from Hades, thou hast delivered me from among them that go down to the pit.

5 Sing to the Lord, ye his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness. 6 For anger is in his wrath, but life in his favour: weeping shall tarry for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.

7 And I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved. 8 O Lord, in thy good pleasure thou didst add strength to my beauty: but thou didst turn away thy face, and I was troubled. 9 To thee, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make supplication. 10 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to thee? or shall it declare thy truth? 11 The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper. 12 Thou hast turned my mourning into joy for me: thou hast rent off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness; 13 that my glory may sing praise to thee, and I may not be pierced with sorrow. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to thee for ever.