A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House. A Psalm of David.

1 I will extol thee, O Jehovah; for thou hast raised me up,

And hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2 O Jehovah my God,

I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

3 O Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol;

Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

4 Sing praise unto Jehovah, O ye saints of his,

And give thanks to his holy memorial name.

5 For his anger is but for a moment;

His favor is for a life-time:

Weeping may tarry for the night,

But joy cometh in the morning.

6 As for me, I said in my prosperity,

I shall never be moved.

7 Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor hadst made my mountain to stand strong:

Thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

8 I cried to thee, O Jehovah;

And unto Jehovah I made supplication:

9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit?

Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

10 Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me:

Jehovah, be thou my helper.

11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing;

Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent.

O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.

1 A Psalm. -- A song of the dedication of the house of David. I exalt Thee, O Jehovah, For Thou hast drawn me up, and hast not let mine enemies rejoice over me.

2 Jehovah my God, I have cried to Thee, And Thou dost heal me.

3 Jehovah, Thou hast brought up from Sheol my soul, Thou hast kept me alive, From going down [to] the pit.

4 Sing praise to Jehovah, ye His saints, And give thanks at the remembrance of His holiness,

5 For -- a moment [is] in His anger, Life [is] in His good-will, At even remaineth weeping, and at morn singing.

6 And I -- I have said in mine ease, `I am not moved -- to the age.

7 O Jehovah, in Thy good pleasure, Thou hast caused strength to remain for my mountain,` Thou hast hidden Thy face -- I have been troubled.

8 Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I call, And unto Jehovah I make supplication.

9 `What gain [is] in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?

10 Hear, O Jehovah, and favour me, O Jehovah, be a helper to me.`

11 Thou hast turned my mourning to dancing for me, Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, And girdest me [with] joy.

12 So that honour doth praise Thee, and is not silent, O Jehovah, my God, to the age I thank Thee!