30 I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

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

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.

Sing unto the Lord, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.

Lord, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.

I cried to thee, O Lord; and unto the Lord 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?

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

11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

12 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.

30 I will extol Thee, O Lord, for Thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

O Lord my God, I cried unto Thee, and Thou hast healed me.

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.

Sing unto the Lord, O ye His saints, and give thanks at the remembrance of His holiness.

For His anger endureth but a moment, and in His favor is life; weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

And in my prosperity I said, “I shall never be moved.”

Lord, by Thy favor Thou hast made my mountain to stand strong; when Thou didst hide Thy face, I was troubled.

I cried to Thee, O Lord; and unto the Lord 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?

10 Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me; Lord, be Thou my helper!”

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

12 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.