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!

1 I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast raised 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 Sheol: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

4 Sing praise unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks to his holy name.

5 For his anger is but for a moment; in his favour is life: 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, LORD, of thy favour hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

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