The Book of Psalms

I will exalt You, O LORD, for You have lifted me up and have not allowed my foes to rejoice over me.

O LORD my God, I cried to You for help, and You healed me.

O LORD, You pulled me up from Sheol; You spared me from descending into the Pit.

Sing to the LORD, O you His saints, and praise His holy name.(a)

For His anger is fleeting, but His favor lasts a lifetime. Weeping may stay the night, but joy comes in the morning.

In prosperity I said, “I will never be shaken.”

O LORD, You favored me; You made my mountain stand strong. When You hid Your face, I was dismayed.

To You, O LORD, I called, and I begged my Lord for mercy:

“What gain is there in my bloodshed,(b) in my descent to the Pit?(c) Will the dust praise You? Will it proclaim Your faithfulness?

Hear me, O LORD, and have mercy; O LORD, be my helper.”

You turned my mourning into dancing; You peeled off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,

that my heart may sing Your praises and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks forever.

(a)30:4 Or and praise the memorial of His holiness; see Exodus 3:15.

(b)30:9 Or in my destruction