1 I will extol thee, O Yahweh, for thou hast drawn me up,—and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.

2 O Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

3 O Yahweh! thou hast lifted, out of hades, my soul, Thou hast brought me back to life, from among those who were going down to the pit.

4 Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention of his holiness.

5 For there is, a Moment, in his anger, a Life-time, in his good-pleasure, In the evening, cometh Weeping to lodge, But, by the morning,’tis a Shout of Triumph!

6 But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!

7 O Yahweh, in thy good-pleasure, hadst thou caused my mountain to stand, strong,—Thou didst hide thy face—I was dismayed!

8 Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry,—and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:

9 What profit in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?

10 Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.

11 Thou hast turned my lamentation, into a dance for me,—Thou hast torn off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:

12 To the end that mine honour should make melody unto thee, and not be silent. O Yahweh, my God! Unto times age-abiding, will I praise thee.