I will magnify thee, O Lord;
for thou hast set me up, and not made my foes to triumph over me
O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me
Thou, Lord, hast brought my soul out of hell;
thou hast kept my life from them that go down to the pit
Sing praises unto the Lord, O ye saints of his;
and give thanks unto him, for a remembrance of his holiness
For his wrath endureth but the twinkling of an eye, and in his pleasure is life;
heaviness may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning
And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be removed;
thou, Lord, of thy goodness, hast made my hill so strong
Thou didst turn thy face from me, and I was troubled
Then cried I unto thee, O Lord, and got me to my Lord right humbly
What profit is there in my blood, when I go down into the pit? Shall the dust give thanks unto thee? or shall it declare thy truth? Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me
Lord, be thou my helper
Thou hast turned my heaviness into joy;
thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness
Therefore shall every good man sing of thy praise without ceasing
O my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever