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 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 for help and You healed me.

O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast 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, 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 to the Lord, all you who belong to Him. Give thanks to 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 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 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, when all was going well, I said, “I will never be moved.”

And 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.

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. I begged the Lord for loving-kindness.

I cried to thee, O Lord; and unto 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? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

10 H ear, O Lord. And show me loving-kindness. O Lord, be my Helper.

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

Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast 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 glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.