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.

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

Jehovah, Thou hast brought up from Sheol my soul, Thou hast kept me alive, From going down <FI>to<Fi> the pit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thou hast turned my mourning to dancing for me, Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, And girdest me <FI>with<Fi> joy.

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