The Book of Psalms

I will extol thee, O Jehovah; For thou hast raised me up, And hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

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

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

Sing praise unto Jehovah, O ye saints of his, And give thanks to his holy memorial [name].

For 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.

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

Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor hadst made my mountain to stand strong: Thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

I cried to thee, O Jehovah; And unto Jehovah I made supplication:

What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

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

Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

To 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.