Psalm 30:4-12

Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his,
And give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life:
Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.
LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong:
Thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.

I cried to thee, O LORD;
And unto the LORD I made supplication.
What profit is there in my blood,
When I go down to the pit?
Shall the dust praise thee?
Shall it declare thy truth?
Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me:
LORD, be thou my helper.

Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing:
Thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent.
O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.