I will extol You, O YHWH, for You Have Drawn me Up and have not let my foes rejoice over me. O Lord my God, I cried to You for help and You Have Healed me. O Lord, You Have Brought Up my soul from the grave, restored me to life from among those gone down to the Pit. So give praises to YHWH, O you His Saints and give thanks to His Holy Name. For His Sting death is but for a moment and His Favor is for Eternity. Yea as weeping may tarry for the night, joy comes with the morning. And as for me, I said in my prosperity: “I shall never be moved.” Yea by Your Favor, O Lord, You Have Established me as a strong mountain. And when You seem to Turn Your Face, I become dismayed. So of You, YHWH, I ask, yea to YHWH I make the Supplication: “What profit is there in my death, if I go down to the Pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it tell of Your Faithfulness? Hear, O Lord and Be Gracious To me! O Lord, Be You my Helper!” You Have Turned my mourning into dancing, You Have Loosed my sackcloth and Girded me with gladness, that my soul may praise You and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You Forever.