The Holy Bible

1I will extol thee, O Lord;
for thou hast lifted 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. 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.   4 Sing unto the Lord, O ye saints of his,
and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness. 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.   6 And in my prosperity I said,
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.   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? 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; 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.