over me. O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou

hast healed me. O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from

the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

Sing unto the Lord, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night,

but joy cometh in the morning. And in my prosperity I said, I shall never

be moved. Lord, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain

to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.

I cried to thee, O Lord; and unto the Lord I made supplication.

What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee?

shall it declare thy truth? Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me: Lord,

be thou my helper. Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing:

thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Lord my God, I

will give thanks unto thee for ever.