1 I will lift You up, O Lord, for You have lifted me up. You have not let those who hate me stand over me in joy.
I will extol You, O Lord, for You have lifted me up and have not let my foes rejoice over me.
2 O Lord my God, I cried to You for help and You healed me.
O Lord my God, I cried to You and You have healed me.
3 O Lord, You have brought me up from the grave. You have kept me alive, so that I will not go down into the deep.
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).
4 S ing praise to the Lord, all you who belong to Him. Give thanks to His holy name.
Sing to the Lord, O you saints of His, and give thanks at the remembrance of His holy name.
5 F or His anger lasts only a short time. But His favor is for life. Crying may last for a night, but joy comes with the new day.
For 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.
6 A s for me, when all was going well, I said, “I will never be moved.”
As for me, in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.
7 O Lord, by Your favor You have made my mountain stand strong. But when You hid Your face, I was troubled.
By Your favor, O Lord, You have established me as a strong mountain; You hid Your face, and I was troubled.
8 I cried to You, O Lord. I begged the Lord for loving-kindness.
I cried to You, O Lord, and to the Lord I made supplication.
9 W hat good will come from my blood, if I go down to the grave? Will the dust thank You? Will it tell how You are faithful?
What 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?
10 H ear, O Lord. And show me loving-kindness. O Lord, be my Helper.
Hear, O Lord, have mercy and be gracious to me! O Lord, be my helper!
11 Y ou have turned my crying into dancing. You have taken off my clothes made from hair, and dressed me with joy.
You have turned my mourning into dancing for me; You have put off my sackcloth and girded me with gladness,
12 S o my soul may sing praise to You, and not be quiet. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever.
To 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.