1 A psalm, a song at the dedication of the temple, of David. I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not suffered my enemies to rejoice over me.
2 O Lord my God, I cried loudly unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
3 O Lord, thou hast brought up from the nether world my soul: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
4 Sing unto the Lord, O ye his pious ones, and give thanks to the memorial of his holiness.
5 For his anger is momentary, but life is in his favor: in the evening cometh weeping to stay for a night, but in the morning, there is joyful song.
6 And I had said indeed in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
7 Lord, by thy favor hadst thou caused my mountain to stand in strength: thou didst hide thy face, and I was terrified.
8 Unto thee, O Lord, will I call; and unto the Lord will I make supplication.
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the grave? Shall the dust thank thee? shall it announce thy truth?
10 Hear, O Lord, and be gracious unto me: Lord, be thou a helper unto me.
11 Thou hast changed my mourning into dancing for me; thou hast loosened my sackcloth, and girded me with joy.
12 To the end that my glorious soul may sing praise to thee, and never be silent. O Lord my God, for ever will I give thanks unto thee.