1 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.

I will extol thee, Jehovah; for thou hast delivered me, and hast not made mine enemies to rejoice over me.

2 J ehovah my God, I have cried to Thee, And Thou dost heal me.

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

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

Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol, thou hast quickened me from among those that go down to the pit.

4 S ing praise to Jehovah, ye His saints, And give thanks at the remembrance of His holiness,

Sing psalms unto Jehovah, ye saints of his, and give thanks in remembrance of his holiness.

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

For a moment in his anger, a life in his favour; at even weeping cometh for the night, and at morn there is rejoicing.

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

As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

7 O Jehovah, in Thy good pleasure, Thou hast caused strength to remain for my mountain,' Thou hast hidden Thy face -- I have been troubled.

Jehovah, by thy favour thou hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

8 U nto Thee, O Jehovah, I call, And unto Jehovah I make supplication.

I called to thee, Jehovah, and unto the Lord did I make supplication:

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

What profit is there in my blood, in my going down to the pit? shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

10 H ear, O Jehovah, and favour me, O Jehovah, be a helper to me.'

Hear, O Jehovah, and be gracious unto me; Jehovah, be my helper.

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

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

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

That glory may sing psalms of thee, and not be silent. Jehovah my God, I will praise thee for ever.