1 I will extol You, O Lord, for You have lifted me up and have not let my foes rejoice over me.

I 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 to You and You have healed me.

O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

3 O Lord, You have brought my life up from Sheol (the place of the dead); You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit (the grave).

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 S ing to the Lord, O you saints of His, and give thanks at the remembrance of His holy name.

Sing unto the Lord, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

5 F or His anger is but for a moment, but His favor is for a lifetime or in His favor is life. Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

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 A s for me, in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.

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

7 B y Your favor, O Lord, You have established me as a strong mountain; You hid Your face, and I was troubled.

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 You, O Lord, and to the Lord I made supplication.

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

9 W hat profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit (the grave)? Will the dust praise You? Will it declare Your truth and faithfulness to men?

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 H ear, O Lord, have mercy and be gracious to me! O Lord, be my helper!

Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me: Lord, be thou my helper.

11 Y ou have turned my mourning into dancing for me; You have put off my sackcloth and girded me with gladness,

Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

12 T o the end that my tongue and my heart and everything glorious within me may sing praise to You and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever.

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.