A Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David.
30Verse 1I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, And hast not made my foes to rejoice over me. Verse 2O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me. Verse 3O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. Verse 4Sing unto the Lord, O ye saints of his, And give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness. Verse 5For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. Verse 6And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved. Verse 7Lord, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: Thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled. Verse 8I cried to thee, O Lord; And unto the Lord I made supplication. Verse 9What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth? Verse 10Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me: Lord, be thou my helper. Verse 11Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: Thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness; Verse 12To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.
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A Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David.
30Verse 1I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up,And hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
Verse 2O Lord my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
Verse 3O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave:
Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
Verse 4Sing unto the Lord, O ye saints of his,
And give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
Verse 5For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life:
Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
Verse 6And in my prosperity I said,
I shall never be moved.
Verse 7Lord, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong:
Thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.
Verse 8I cried to thee, O Lord;
And unto the Lord I made supplication.
Verse 9What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit?
Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
Verse 10Hear, O Lord, and have mercy upon me:
Lord, be thou my helper.
Verse 11Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing:
Thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
Verse 12To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent.
O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.