David sings praises and gives thanks to the Lord-He pleads for mercy.

  1 I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

  2 O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

  3 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.

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

  5 For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

  6 And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.

  7 Lord, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.

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

  9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

  10 Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me: Lord, be thou my helper.

  11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

  12 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.