A psalm of David. A song for the dedication of the Temple.
1 I will extol you, O Lord ,
because you have lifted me up,
and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.
2 I cried to you for help,
O Lord my God, and you healed me.
3 You have brought me up, Lord , from Sheol,
from my way to the pit back to life you have called me.
4 Sing praise to the Lord , faithful people;
give thanks to his holy name.
5 For his anger lasts only a moment,
his favor endures for a lifetime.
Weeping may lodge for the night,
but the morning brings shouts of joy.
6 When all went well, I imagined
that never should I be shaken.
7 For by your favor, O Lord ,
you had set me on mountains strong:
but you hide your face,
and I was confounded.
8 Then to you, Lord , I cried,
to the Lord I begged for mercy,
9 “What profit is there in my blood,
if I go down to the pit?
Can you be praised by dust?
Can it tell of your faithfulness?
10 Hear, Lord , and show me your favor,
Lord be a helper to me.”
11 You have turned my mourning to dancing;
my sackcloth you have unloosed,
and clothed me with joy:
that unceasingly I should sing your praise,
and give thanks to you, Lord my God, forever.