For you will not leave my soul in sheol; neither will you allow your Holy One to see corruption.

To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. I waited patiently for the LORD; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry.

He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my steps.

For you have delivered my soul from death: will not you deliver my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living?

You, who have showed me great and severe troubles, shall revive me again, and shall bring me up again from the depths of the earth.

For great is your mercy toward me: and you have delivered my soul from the depths of sheol.

For you have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.

He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones with strong pain:

His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; and his bones that were not seen now stick out.

Behold, for my peace I had great bitterness: but you have in love to my soul delivered it from the pit of corruption: for you have cast all my sins behind your back.

For the grave cannot praise you, death can not celebrate you: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for your truth.

Then I said, I am cast out of your sight; yet I will look again toward your holy temple.

I went down to the foundations of the mountains; the earth with her bars closed about me forever: yet have you brought up my life from the pit, O LORD my God.

A Psalm of David. Unto you will I cry, O LORD my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if you be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.