I extol you, Yahweh, for you pulled me up, * and did not let my enemies laugh at me.

    Yahweh, my God, * I cried to you, and you healed me.

    Yahweh, you lifted me from Sheol; * after my descent to the Pit you restored my life.

        Sing to Yahweh, his worshipers; * praise his holy name.

        For there is death in his anger, * but eternal life in his favor.

        In the evening one goes to bed crying, * but at dawn there are shouts of joy.

           I thoughtlessly said, * “I will never stumble.”

               Yahweh, your favor * made me firmer than the mighty mountains.

           But you turned away your face, * and I was greatly shaken.

        I call to you, Yahweh; * my Lord, I ask for mercy.

        What good will come from my tears? * from my descent to the Pit?

        Can the Mud ever praise you? * or proclaim your faithfulness?

    Yahweh, hear me and be merciful; * Yahweh, be my helper!

    Turn my weeping into dancing; * undo my sackcloth and robe me with joy:

    So let my heart sing praise to you, * and weep no more.

Yahweh, my God, * I will thank you forever.