Mourning Turned into Dancing

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.