Exaltabo te, Domine
I will magnify you, O Lord, for you have lifted me up, *
and have not let my foes triumph over me.
O Lord my God, I cried unto you, *
and you have made me whole.
You, Lord, have brought my soul out of the Grave; *
you have saved my life from among those who go down to the Pit.
Sing praises unto the Lord, O you saints of his; *
and give thanks unto him for the remembrance of his holiness.
For his wrath endures but the twinkling of an eye, his pleasure for a lifetime; *
heaviness may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.
In my prosperity I said, “I shall never be moved; *
you, Lord, of your goodness, have made my hill so strong.”
You turned your face from me, *
and I was distressed.
Then I cried unto you, O Lord, *
and came to my Lord most humbly.
What profit is there in my bloodshed, *
if I go down into the Pit?
Shall the dust give thanks unto you? *
Or shall it declare your faithfulness?
Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me. *
O Lord, be my helper.
You have turned my lamentation into dancing; *
you have put off my sackcloth and girded me with gladness.
Therefore shall my heart sing of your praise without ceasing. *
O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto you for ever.