I will exalt you, O Lord,
for you have drawn me up from the depths :
and have not suffered my foes to triumph over me.
O Lord my God, I cried to you :
and you have made me whole.
You brought me back, O Lord, from the land of silence :
you saved my life from among those that go down to the Pit.
Sing praises to the Lord, all you his faithful ones :
and give thanks to his holy name.
For if in his anger is havoc,
in his good favour is life :
heaviness may endure for a night,
but joy comes in the morning.
In my prosperity I said I shall never be moved :
your goodness, O Lord, has set me on so firm a hill.
Then you hid your face from me :
and I was greatly dismayed.
I cried to you, O God :
and made my petition humbly to my Lord.
What profit is there in my blood, if I go down to the Pit :
can the dust give you thanks, or declare your faithfulness?
Hear, O Lord, and be merciful :
O Lord, be my helper.
You have turned my lamentation into dancing :
you have put off my sackcloth and girded me with joy,
That my heart may sing your praise and never be silent :
O Lord my God, I will give you thanks for ever.