[p. 75]

[... my] soul; you saved me from those who go down into the pit. Sing psalms unto the Lord, O you his holy ones, and give thanks unto the remembrance of his holiness. [There is] wrath in his anger, and life is in his will. In the evening weeping shall tarry, [and] in the morning [there shall be] joy. I said in my prosperity, "I shall not be shaken forever." Lord, in your good pleasure you gave strength to my beauty; you turned your face from me, and I became troubled. Unto you, O Lord, I cried, and unto my God I called out: "What profit is there to you in my blood, if I go down into corruption? Shall the dust give thanks unto you, or declare your truth?" The Lord heard me and had mercy [on me], and the Lord became my helper. He turned my mourning into joy; he stripped off my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness; That my glory may sing psalms unto you and I may lament no more. O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto you forever.