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 You, O Lord, for You have lifted me up, And have not let my enemies rejoice over me.

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

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

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

O Lord, You have brought up my soul from Sheol; You have kept me alive, that I would not go down to the pit.

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

Sing praise to the Lord, you His godly ones, And give thanks to His holy name.

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

For His anger is but for a moment, His favor is for a lifetime; Weeping may last for the night, But a shout of joy comes in the morning.

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

Now as for me, I said in my prosperity, “I will 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.

O Lord, by Your favor You have made my mountain to stand strong; You hid Your face, I was dismayed.

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

To You, O Lord, I called, And to the Lord I made 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, if I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it declare Your faithfulness?

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

“ Hear, O Lord, and be gracious to me; O Lord, be my helper.”

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

You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; You have 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 my soul may sing praise to You and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever.