Joy Comes with the Morning

^{A PSALM OF DAVID. A SONG AT THE DEDICATION OF THE TEMPLE.}

¹ I will extol you, O Lord, for you have drawn me up and have not let my foes rejoice over me.

² O Lord my God, I cried to you for help, and you have healed me.

³ O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Sheol; you restored me to life from among those who go down to the pit.

⁴ Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints, and give thanks to his holy name.

⁵ For his anger is but for a moment, and his favour is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.

⁶ As for me, I said in my prosperity, “ I shall never be moved.”

⁷ By your favour, O Lord, you made my mountain stand strong; you hid your face; I was dismayed. ⁸ To you, O Lord, I cry, and to the Lord I plead for mercy:

⁹ “ What profit is there in my death if I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise you? Will it tell of your faithfulness?

¹⁰ Hear, O Lord, and be merciful to me! O Lord, be my helper!”

¹¹ You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; you have loosed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness,

¹² that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you for ever!