For there is, a Moment, in his anger, a Life-time, in his good-pleasure, In the evening, cometh Weeping to lodge, But, by the morning, -- tis a Shout of Triumph!

Thou hast turned my lamentation, into a dance for me, - Thou hast torn off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:

I will extol thee, O Yahweh, for thou hast drawn me up, - and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.

Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.

O Yahweh, in thy good-pleasure, hadst thou caused my mountain to stand, strong, - Thou didst hide thy face - I was dismayed!

Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention of his holiness.

Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, - and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:

O Yahweh! thou hast lifted, out of hades, my soul, Thou hast brought me back to life, from among those who were going down to the pit.

What profit in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?

To the end that mine honour should make melody unto thee, and not be silent. O Yahweh, my God! Unto times age-abiding, will I praise thee.

But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!