A Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David.

1 I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2 O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

3 O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

4 Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.*30.4 at…: or, to the memorial

5 For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.*30.5 his anger…: Heb. there is but a moment in his anger*30.5 for a night: Heb. in the evening*30.5 joy: Heb. singing

6 And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.

7 LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.*30.7 made…: Heb. settled strength for my mountain

8 I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD 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 LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.

11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.*30.12 my glory: that is, my tongue, or, my soul

1 'n PSALM, 'n lied by die inwyding van die Huis. Van Dawid.

2 Ek sal U verhoog, Here, want U het my opgetrek en my vyande oor my nie laat bly wees nie.

3 Here, my God, ek het U aangeroep om hulp, en U het my gesond gemaak.

4 Here, U het my siel uit die doderyk laat opkom; U het my lewend gemaak uit die wat in die kuil neerdaal.

5 Psalmsing tot eer van die Here, o sy gunsgenote, en loof sy heilige gedenknaam;

6 want 'n oomblik is daar in sy toorn, 'n lewe in sy goedgunstigheid; saans vernag die geween, maar smôrens is daar gejuig.

7 Ek het wel in my sorgeloosheid gesê: Ek sal vir ewig nie wankel nie.

8 Here, U het my berg deur u welbehae sterk laat staan. U het u aangesig verberg — ek het verskrik geword!

9 Ek het U aangeroep, Here, en ek het die Here gesmeek:

10 Watter voordeel is daar in my bloed as ek neerdaal in die kuil? Sal die stof U loof? Sal dit u trou verkondig?

11 Hoor, Here, en wees my genadig! Here, wees my 'n helper!

12 U het my weeklag vir my verander in 'n koordans, U het my roukleed losgemaak en my met vreugde omgord;

13 sodat my eer U kan besing en nie swyg nie. Here, my God, vir ewig sal ek U loof.