1. I give you all the credit, God—you got me out of that mess,you didn’t let my foes gloat.
2-3. God, my God, I yelled for helpand you put me together.God, you pulled me out of the grave,gave me another chance at lifewhen I was down-and-out.
4-5. All you saints! Sing your hearts out to God!Thank him to his face!He gets angry once in a while, but acrossa lifetime there is only love.The nights of crying your eyes outgive way to days of laughter.
6-7. When things were going greatI crowed, “I’ve got it made.I’m God’s favorite.He made me king of the mountain.”Then you looked the other wayand I fell to pieces.
8-10. I called out to you, God;I laid my case before you:“Can you sell me for a profit when I’m dead?auction me off at a cemetery yard sale?When I’m ‘dust to dust’ my songsand stories of you won’t sell.So listen! and be kind!Help me out of this!”
11-12. You did it: you changed wild lamentinto whirling dance;You ripped off my black mourning bandand decked me with wildflowers.I’m about to burst with song;I can’t keep quiet about you.God, my God,I can’t thank you enough.