Psalms

A Psalm by David.

1Ascribe to the LORD, you sons of the mighty,ascribe to the LORD glory and strength.

2Ascribe to the LORD the glory due to his name.Worship the LORD in holy array.

3The LORD’s voice is on the waters.The God of glory thunders, even the LORD on many waters.

4The LORD’s voice is powerful.The LORD’s voice is full of majesty.

5The LORD’s voice breaks the cedars.Yes, the LORD breaks in pieces the cedars of Lebanon.

6He makes them also to skip like a calf;Lebanon and Sirion like a young, wild ox.

7The LORD’s voice strikes with flashes of lightning.

8The LORD’s voice shakes the wilderness. The LORD shakes the wilderness of Kadesh.

9The LORD’s voice makes the deer calve,and strips the forests bare. In his temple everything says, “Glory!”

10The LORD sat enthroned at the Flood.Yes, the LORD sits as King forever.

11The LORD will give strength to his people.The LORD will bless his people with peace.

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1A psalm of a canticle, at the dedication of David’s house.

2I will extol thee, O Lord, for thou hast upheld me: and hast not made my enemies to rejoice over me.

3O Lord my God, I have cried to thee, and then hast healed me.

4Thou hast brought forth, O Lord, my soul from hell: thou hast saved me from them that go down into the pit.

5Sing to the Lord, O ye his saints: and give praise to the memory of his holiness.

6For wrath is in his indignation; and life in his good will. In the evening weeping shall have place, and in the morning gladness.

7And in my abundance I said: I shall never be moved.

8O Lord, in thy favour, thou gavest strength to my beauty. Thou turnedst away thy face from me, and I became troubled.

9To thee, O Lord, will I cry: and I will make supplication to my God.

10What profit is there in my blood, whilst I go down to corruption? Shall dust confess to thee, or declare thy truth?

11The Lord hath heard, and hath had mercy on me: the Lord became my helper.

12Thou hast turned for me my mourning into joy: thou hast cut my sackcloth, and hast compassed me with gladness:

13To the end that my glory may sing to thee, and I may not regret: O Lord my God, I will give praise to thee for ever.