2I praise you, Lord, for you raised me up

and did not let my enemies rejoice over me.

3O Lord, my God,

I cried out to you for help and you healed* me.

4Lord, you brought my soul up from Sheol;

you let me live, from going down to the pit.*a

5Sing praise to the Lord, you faithful;

give thanks to his holy memory.

6For his anger lasts but a moment;

his favor a lifetime.

At dusk weeping comes for the night;

but at dawn there is rejoicing.

7Complacent,* I once said,

“I shall never be shaken.”

8Lord, you showed me favor,

established for me mountains of virtue.

But when you hid your face

I was struck with terror.b

9To you, Lord, I cried out;

with the Lord I pleaded for mercy:

10*“What gain is there from my lifeblood,

from my going down to the grave?

Does dust give you thanks

or declare your faithfulness?

11Hear, O Lord, have mercy on me;

Lord, be my helper.”

12You changed my mourning into dancing;

you took off my sackcloth

and clothed me with gladness.c

13So that my glory may praise you

and not be silent.

O Lord, my God,

forever will I give you thanks.