1 I will lift You up, O Lord, for You have lifted me up. You have not let those who hate me stand over me in joy.

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 Lord my God, I cried to You for help and You healed me.

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

3 O Lord, You have brought me up from the grave. You have kept me alive, so that I will not go down into the deep.

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

4 S ing praise to the Lord, all you who belong to Him. Give thanks to His holy name.

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

5 F or His anger lasts only a short time. But His favor is for life. Crying may last for a night, but joy comes with the new day.

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

6 A s for me, when all was going well, I said, “I will never be moved.”

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

7 O Lord, by Your favor You have made my mountain stand strong. But when You hid Your 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 You, O Lord. I begged the Lord for loving-kindness.

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

9 W hat good will come from my blood, if I go down to the grave? Will the dust thank You? Will it tell how You are faithful?

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

10 H ear, O Lord. And show me loving-kindness. O Lord, be my Helper.

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

11 Y ou have turned my crying into dancing. You have taken off my clothes made from hair, and dressed me with joy.

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

12 S o my soul may sing praise to You, and not be quiet. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever.

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