"I will extol you, O Lord, for you have drawn me up
   and have not let my foes rejoice over me.
O Lord my God, I cried to you for help,
   and you have healed me.
O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Sheol;
   you restored me to life from among those who go down to the pit.

Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints,
   and give thanks to his holy name.
For his anger is but for a moment,
   and his favor is for a lifetime.
Weeping may tarry for the night,
   but joy comes with the morning.

As for me, I said in my prosperity,
   “I shall never be moved.”
By your favor, O Lord,
   you made my mountain stand strong;
you hid your face;
   I was dismayed.

To you, O Lord, I cry,
   and to the Lord I plead for mercy:
“What profit is there in my death,
   if I go down to the pit?
Will the dust praise you?
   Will it tell of your faithfulness?
Hear, O Lord, and be merciful to me!
   O Lord, be my helper!”

You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;
   you have loosed my sackcloth
   and clothed me with gladness,
that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent.
   O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever!"

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