Psalm 30
or Coverdale
Exaltabo te, Domine

¹I will exalt you, O Lord,
because you have lifted me up *
and have not let my enemies triumph over me.
²O Lord my God, I cried out to you, *
and you restored me to health.
³You brought me up, O Lord, from the dead; *
you restored my life as I was going down to the grave.
⁴Sing to the Lord, you servants of his; *
give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.
⁵For his wrath endures but the twinkling of an eye, *
his favor for a lifetime.
⁶Weeping may spend the night, *
but joy comes in the morning.
⁷While I felt secure, I said,
"I shall never be disturbed. *
You, Lord, with your favor, made me as strong as
the mountains."
⁸Then you hid your face, *
and I was filled with fear.
⁹I cried to you, O Lord; *
I pleaded with the Lord, saying,
¹⁰"What profit is there in my blood, if I go down to the Pit? *
will the dust praise you or declare your faithfulness?
¹¹Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me; *
O Lord, be my helper."
¹²You have turned my wailing into dancing; *
you have put off my sack-cloth and clothed me with joy.
¹³Therefore my heart sings to you without ceasing; *
O Lord my God, I will give you thanks for ever.