So my heart is glad and my soul rejoices. My body also rests secure.
A song, a psalm of David.
You turned my mourning into dancing. You removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy.
My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast. I will sing, yes, I will make music.
The wicked is brought down in his calamity yet the righteous has a refuge even in death.
Yet it will be: “Your dead will live! My corpses will rise! Awake and shout for joy, you who dwell in the dust! Your dew is like the dew of the dawn. The land of dead souls will come to life!
But you, go your way till the end. You will rest and then at the end of days you will arise to receive your portion.”
Therefore my heart was glad and my tongue rejoiced; moreover, my body also will live in hope,