American Standard Version
Mourning Turned into Dancing
1I will extol thee, O Jehovah; for thou hast raised me up, And hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
2O Jehovah my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
3O Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol; Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
4Sing praise unto Jehovah, O ye saints of his, And give thanks to his holy memorial name .
5For his anger is but for a moment; His favor is for a life-time: Weeping may tarry for the night, But joy cometh in the morning.
6As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
7Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor hadst made my mountain to stand strong: Thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.
8I cried to thee, O Jehovah; And unto Jehovah I made supplication:
9What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
10Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me: Jehovah, be thou my helper.
11Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
12To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.