O give me the comfort of thy help again, and establish me with thy free spirit.

Turn us again, thou God of hosts; show the light of thy countenance, and we shall be whole.

Thou hast turned my heaviness into joy; thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness.

That I might give unto them that mourn in Zion, beauty in the stead of ashes, joyful ointment for sighing, pleasant raiment for a heavy mind; That they might be called excellent in righteousness, a planting of the LORD for him to rejoice in.

And out of them shall go thanksgiving, and the voice of joy. I will multiply them, and they shall not diminish: I shall endue them with honour, and no man shall subdue them.

Then shall the maid rejoice in the dance, yea both young and old folks. For I will turn their sorrow into gladness, and will comfort them and make them joyful, even from their hearts.

There will I give her, her vineyards again; yea, and the valley of Achor also, to show her hope and comfort. Then shall she sing there as in the time of her youth, and like as in the day when she came out of the land of Egypt.

Verily, verily I say unto you, Ye shall weep and lament, and the world shall rejoice. Ye shall sorrow: but your sorrow shall be turned to joy.

Oh let me hear of joy and gladness, that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.

As for me, I am poor and in heaviness; let thy help defend me, O God.