Psalms

A Psalm. A song for the dedication of the temple. Of David.

1I will exalt You, O LORD,for You have lifted me upand have not allowed my foesto rejoice over me.

2O LORD my God, I cried to You for help,and You healed me.

3O LORD, You pulled me up from Sheol;You spared me from descending into the Pit.

4Sing to the LORD, O you His saints,and praise His holy name.

5For His anger is fleeting,but His favor lasts a lifetime.Weeping may stay the night,but joy comes in the morning.

6In prosperity I said,“I will never be shaken.”

7O LORD, You favored me;You made my mountain stand strong. When You hid Your face,I was dismayed.

8To You, O LORD, I called,and I begged my Lord for mercy:

9“What gain is there in my bloodshed,in my descent to the Pit?Will the dust praise You?Will it proclaim Your faithfulness?

10Hear me, O LORD, and have mercy;O LORD, be my helper.”

11You turned my mourning into dancing;You peeled off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,

12that my heart may sing Your praises and not be silent.O LORD my God, I will give thanks forever.

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

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

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

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

4Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

5For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

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

7LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.

8I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication.

9What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

10Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.

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

12To 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.