Verse
YLT
Young's Literal Translation
BSB
Berean Standard Bible
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.
A Psalm. A song for
the dedication of the temple.
Of David. I will
exalt You
, O LORD
, for You
have
lifted
me up and have
not allowed
my
foes
to
rejoice over me.
Jehovah
my God, I have
cried to Thee
, And Thou
dost
heal
me.
O
LORD
my God, I cried to You
for
help
, and You
healed
me.
Jehovah
, Thou
hast
brought
up from Sheol my
soul,
Thou
hast
kept
me alive,
From going
down
`to'
the pit.
O
LORD
, You
pulled
me
up from Sheol ;
You
spared
me from descending
into
the Pit.
Sing praise
to Jehovah
, ye
His saints, And give
thanks
at
the
remembrance
of
His holiness,
Sing to the
LORD
, O
you
His saints, and praise
His holy
name.
For --
a
moment
`is'
in
His anger ,
Life
`
is '
in
His
good-will
, At
even
remaineth
weeping, and
at
morn
singing
.
For His anger is fleeting
, but
His
favor
lasts
a
lifetime.
Weeping may
stay
the
night
, but
joy
comes
in
the
morning
.
And
I
--
I have
said in
mine
ease
, `
I am
not
moved
--
to
the
age
.
In
prosperity
I said, “
I will
never
be
shaken
. ”
O Jehovah,
in
Thy
good
pleasure
, Thou
hast
caused
strength
to
remain
for
my mountain ,'
Thou
hast
hidden
Thy
face --
I have
been
troubled
.
O LORD
, You
favored
me;
You
made
my mountain stand
strong.
When
You
hid
Your
face ,
I was
dismayed
.
Unto
Thee
, O Jehovah
, I call
, And unto
Jehovah
I make
supplication.
To
You
, O LORD
, I called
, and I begged
my
Lord
for
mercy:
`
What gain `
is '
in my blood?
In my going
down
unto
corruption
? Doth
dust thank
Thee
? doth
it declare
Thy
truth
?
“
What gain is there
in my bloodshed,
in my descent
to
the
Pit
? Will
the
dust praise
You
? Will
it proclaim
Your
faithfulness
?
Hear, O Jehovah
, and favour
me,
O Jehovah
, be a
helper to
me
. '
Hear me
, O LORD
, and have
mercy;
O LORD
, be my
helper. ”
Thou
hast
turned my mourning to
dancing for
me,
Thou
hast
loosed
my sackcloth ,
And girdest
me `
with '
joy .
You
turned my mourning into
dancing ;
You
peeled
off
my sackcloth and clothed
me with joy ,
So
that honour
doth
praise
Thee,
and is
not silent ,
O Jehovah,
my God, to
the
age
I thank
Thee!
that my
heart
may
sing
Your
praises
and not be
silent .
O LORD
my God, I will
give
thanks
forever.
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