A Psalm. A song for the dedication of the temple. Of David. I will exalt You, O LORD, for You have lifted me up and have not allowed my foes to rejoice over me.
O LORD my God, I cried to You for help,
and You healed me.
O LORD, You pulled me up from Sheol;
You spared me from descending into the Pit.
Sing to the LORD, O you His saints,
and praise His holy name.
For His anger is fleeting,
but His favor lasts a lifetime.
Weeping may stay the night,
but joy comes in the morning.
In prosperity I said,
“I will never be shaken.”
O LORD, You favored me;
You made my mountain stand strong.
When You hid Your face,
I was dismayed.
To You, O LORD, I called,
and I begged my Lord for mercy:
“What gain is there in my bloodshed,
in my descent to the Pit?
Will the dust praise You?
Will it proclaim Your faithfulness?
Hear me, O LORD, and have mercy;
O LORD, be my helper.”
You turned my mourning into dancing;
You peeled off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
that my heart may sing Your praises and not be silent.
O LORD my God, I will give thanks forever.
