² I praise you, Lord, for you raised me up
    and did not let my enemies rejoice over me.

⁴ Lord, you brought my soul up from Sheol;
    you let me live, from going down to the pit.^[a](A)

⁵ Sing praise to the Lord, you faithful;
    give thanks to his holy memory.
⁶ For his anger lasts but a moment;
    his favor a lifetime.
At dusk weeping comes for the night;
    but at dawn there is rejoicing.

¹¹ Hear, O Lord, have mercy on me;
    Lord, be my helper.”

¹² You changed my mourning into dancing;
    you took off my sackcloth
    and clothed me with gladness.^(A)
13 So that my glory may praise you
    and not be silent.
O Lord, my God,
    forever will I give you thanks.