Joy Comes with the Morning

A Psalm of David. A song at the dedication of the temple.

¹I will extol you, O Lord, for you have drawn me up

and have not let my foes rejoice over me.

²O Lord my God, I cried to you for help,

and you have healed me.

³O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Sheol;

you restored me to life from among those who go down to the pit.1

⁴Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints,

and give thanks to his holy name.2

⁵For his anger is but for a moment,

and his favor is for a lifetime.3

Weeping may tarry for the night,

but joy comes with the morning.

⁶As for me, I said in my prosperity,

“I shall never be moved.”

⁷By your favor, O Lord,

you made my mountain stand strong;

you hid your face;

I was dismayed.

⁸To you, O Lord, I cry,

and to the Lord I plead for mercy:

⁹“What profit is there in my death,4

if I go down to the pit?5

Will the dust praise you?

Will it tell of your faithfulness?

¹⁰Hear, O Lord, and be merciful to me!

O Lord, be my helper!”

¹¹You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;

you have loosed my sackcloth

and clothed me with gladness,

¹²that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent.

O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever!