Gladden the soul of your servant; to you, Lord, I lift up my soul.
In the morning let me hear of your mercy, for in you I trust. Show me the path I should walk, for I entrust my life to you.
Of David. To you, O Lord, I lift up my soul,
A clean heart create for me, God; renew within me a steadfast spirit.
My deliverance and honor are with God, my strong rock; my refuge is with God.
to place on those who mourn in Zion a diadem instead of ashes, To give them oil of gladness instead of mourning, a glorious mantle instead of a faint spirit. They will be called oaks of justice, the planting of the Lord to show his glory.
Instead, shout for joy and be glad forever in what I am creating. Indeed, I am creating Jerusalem to be a joy and its people to be a delight;