Psalm 30: Joy comes with the morning

I cried to You and You healed me.

You brought my soul up from Sheol, and
kept me alive from my descent into the pit.

Weeping may tarry for the night,
but joy comes in the morning.

You established my mountain as a stronghold,
You hid Your face and I was frightened.
To You did I call, to You did I entreat.
Hear, be gracious to me and aid me.

For You turned my mourning into dancing,
You opened my sackcloth and girded me with gladness.
Forever do I give my thanks to You.