I will extol you, O Lord, for you have drawn me upand 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 sackclothand 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!