Joy Comes with the Morning

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

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

and have not let my foes trejoice over me.

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

and you have vhealed me.

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

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

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

and zgive thanks to his holy name.2

⁵aFor his anger is but for a moment,

and bhis favor is for a lifetime.3

cWeeping may tarry for the night,

but djoy comes with the morning.

⁶As for me, I said in my eprosperity,

“I shall never be fmoved.”

⁷By your favor, O Lord,

you made my gmountain stand strong;

you hhid your face;

I was idismayed.

⁸To you, O Lord, I cry,

and jto the Lord I plead for mercy:

⁹“What profit is there in my death,4

if I go down to the pit?5

Will kthe dust praise you?

Will it tell of your faithfulness?

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

O Lord, be my helper!”

¹¹You have turned for me my mourning into mdancing;

you have loosed my sackcloth

and clothed me with gladness,

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

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