You refused to let my enemies triumph over me.
and you restored my health.
3 You brought me up from the grave,* O Lord.
You kept me from falling into the pit of death.
Praise his holy name.
but his favor lasts a lifetime!
Weeping may last through the night,
but joy comes with the morning.
“Nothing can stop me now!”
Then you turned away from me, and I was shattered.
I begged the Lord for mercy, saying,
if I sink into the grave?
Can my dust praise you?
Can it tell of your faithfulness?
Help me, O Lord.”
You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy,
O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever!
30:3 Hebrew from Sheol.