Because of this my heart is glad, and my glory is full of joy: while my flesh takes its rest in hope.
A Song. A Psalm. Of David. O God, my heart is fixed; I will make songs and melody, even with my glory.
So that my glory may make songs of praise to you and not be quiet. O Lord my God, I will give you praise for ever.
You are my glory; let the instruments of music be awake; I myself will be awake with the dawn.
The sinner is overturned in his evil-doing, but the upright man has hope in his righteousness.
Your dead will come back; their dead bodies will come to life again. Those in the dust, awaking from their sleep, will send out a song; for your dew is a dew of light, and the earth will give birth to the shades.
But you, go on your way and take your rest: for you will be in your place at the end of the days.
And for this cause my heart was glad and my tongue full of joy, and my flesh will be resting in hope: