Mourning Turned into Dancing

1A 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.

2Jehovah my God, I have cried to Thee, And Thou dost heal me.

3Jehovah, Thou hast brought up from Sheol my soul, Thou hast kept me alive, From going down [to] the pit.

4Sing praise to Jehovah, ye His saints, And give thanks at the remembrance of His holiness,

5For—a moment [is] in His anger, Life [is] in His good-will, At even remaineth weeping, and at morn singing.

6And I—I have said in mine ease, ‘I am not moved—to the age.

7O Jehovah, in Thy good pleasure, Thou hast caused strength to remain for my mountain,’ Thou hast hidden Thy face—I have been troubled.

8Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I call, And unto Jehovah I make supplication.

9‘What gain [is] in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?

10Hear, O Jehovah, and favour me, O Jehovah, be a helper to me.’

11Thou hast turned my mourning to dancing for me, Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, And girdest me [with] joy.

12So that honour doth praise Thee, and is not silent, O Jehovah, my God, to the age I thank Thee!