1 I will extol thee, O Jehovah; for thou hast raised me up, And hast not made my foes to 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 Jehovah my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

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

3 O Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol; Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

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 praise unto Jehovah, O ye saints of his, And give thanks to his holy memorial 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; His favor is for a life-time: Weeping may tarry for the night, But joy cometh 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, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

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

7 T hou, Jehovah, of thy favor hadst made my mountain to stand strong: Thou didst hide thy face; 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 thee, O Jehovah; And unto Jehovah 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? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

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 Jehovah, and have mercy upon me: Jehovah, be thou my helper.

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

11 T hou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; Thou hast loosed 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 glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.

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.