1 I will extol thee, O Jehovah; for thou hast raised me up, And hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

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

Jehovah my God, I have cried to Thee, And Thou dost heal me.

3 O Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol; Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

Jehovah, Thou hast brought up from Sheol my soul, Thou hast kept me alive, From going down the pit.

4 S ing praise unto Jehovah, O ye saints of his, And give thanks to his holy memorial name.

Sing praise to Jehovah, ye His saints, And give thanks at the remembrance of His holiness,

5 F or his anger is but for a moment; His favor is for a life-time: Weeping may tarry for the night, But joy cometh in the morning.

For -- a moment in His anger, Life in His good-will, At even remaineth weeping, and at morn singing.

6 A s for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

And I -- I have said in mine ease, `I am not moved -- to the age.

7 T hou, Jehovah, of thy favor hadst made my mountain to stand strong: Thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

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 I cried to thee, O Jehovah; And unto Jehovah I made supplication:

Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I call, And unto Jehovah I make supplication.

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

`What gain in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?

10 H ear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me: Jehovah, be thou my helper.

Hear, O Jehovah, and favour me, O Jehovah, be a helper to me.'

11 T hou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

Thou hast turned my mourning to dancing for me, Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, And girdest me joy.

12 T o the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.

So that honour doth praise Thee, and is not silent, O Jehovah, my God, to the age I thank Thee!