Psalms

¹I will extol you, Yahweh, for you have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me. ²Yahweh my God, I cried to you, and you have healed me. ³Yahweh, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. ⁴Sing praise to Yahweh, you saints of his. Give thanks to his holy name. ⁵For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may stay for the night, but joy comes in the morning. ⁶As for me, I said in my prosperity, "I shall never be moved." ⁷You, Yahweh, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled. ⁸I cried to you, Yahweh. To Yahweh I made supplication: ⁹"What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth? ¹⁰Hear, Yahweh, and have mercy on me. Yahweh, be my helper." ¹¹You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness, ¹²To the end that my heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent. Yahweh my God, I will give thanks to you forever! For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.