¹I will extol you, Yahvah; for you have lifted me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.
²Yahvah, my god, I have sought you, and you have healed me.
³You have brought up my soul from the grave; you have saved me, that I should not join those who go down to the pit.

⁴Sing to Yahvah, saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
⁵For there is rebuke in his anger and life in his good will; weeping may last for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

⁶In my security, I said, I will never be moved.
⁷God, by your favor, you have increased my glory; you turned away your face, and I was troubled.

⁸I cried to you, master, and to Yahvah, I made supplication.
⁹What profit is there in shedding my blood, when I go down to corruption? The dust will not praise you and it will not declare your truth.
¹⁰Hear, god, and have mercy on me; Yahvah, be my helper.

¹¹You have turned for me my mourning into joy; you have put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
¹²therefore I will sing praise to you, and not be silent. Yahvah, my god, I will give thanks to you forever.