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. VP
2 I cried to you for help, O Lord my God, and you healed me. VP
3 You have brought me up, Lord, from Sheol, from my way to the pit back to life you have called me. VP
4 Sing praise to the Lord, faithful people; give thanks to his holy name. VP
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. VP
6 When all went well, I imagined that never should I be shaken. VP
7 For by your favor, O Lord, you had set me on mountains strong: but you hide your face, and I was confounded. VP
8 Then to you, Lord, I cried, to the Lord I begged for mercy, VP
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? VP
10 Hear, Lord, and show me your favor, Lord be a helper to me.” VP
11 You have turned my mourning to dancing; my sackcloth you have unloosed, and clothed me with joy: VP
12 that unceasingly I should sing your praise, and give thanks to you, Lord my God, forever. VP