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A Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David.
1 Lord, I will thee extol, for thou hast lifted me on high, And over me thou to rejoice mad’st not mine enemy.
2 O thou who art the Lord my God, I in distress to thee, With loud cries lifted up my voice, and thou hast healed me.
3 O Lord, my soul thou hast brought up, and rescu’d from the grave; That I to pit should not go down, alive thou didst me save.
4 O ye that are his holy ones, sing praise unto the Lord; And give unto him thanks, when ye his holiness record.
5 For but a moment lasts his wrath; life in his favour lies: Weeping may for a night endure, at morn doth joy arise.
6 In my prosperity I said, that nothing shall me move. 7 O Lord, thou hast my mountain made to stand strong by thy love:
But when that thou, O gracious God, didst hide thy face from me, Then quickly was my prosp’rous state turn’d into misery.
8 Wherefore unto the Lord my cry I caused to ascend: My humble supplication I to the Lord did send.
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to pit? Shall unto thee the dust give praise? thy truth declare shall it?
10 Hear, Lord, have mercy; help me, Lord: 11 Thou turned hast my sadness To dancing; yea, my sackcloth loos’d, and girded me with gladness;
12 That sing thy praise my glory may, and never silent be. O Lord my God, for evermore I will give thanks to thee.