1 A Psalm of Canticle, in the dedication of David's house.
1 A psalm of a canticle, at the dedication of David’s house.
2 I will exalt thee, o Lord because thou hast received me: neither hast delighted mine enemies over me.
2 I will extol thee, O Lord, for thou hast upheld me: and hast not made my enemies to rejoice over me.
3 O Lord my God I have cried to thee, and thou hast healed me.
3 O Lord my God, I have cried to thee, and thou hast healed me.
4 Lord thou hast brought forth my soul out of hell: thou hast saved me from them that go down into the lake.
4 Thou hast brought forth, O Lord, my soul from hell: thou hast saved me from them that go down into the pit.
5 Sing to our Lord ye his Saints: and confess to the memory of his holiness.
5 Sing to the Lord, O ye his saints: and give praise to the memory of his holiness.
6 Because wrath is in his indignation: and life in his will. At evening shall weeping abide: and in the morning gladness.
6 For wrath is in his indignation; and life in his good will. In the evening weeping shall have place, and in the morning gladness.
7 And I said in my aboundance: I will not be moved for ever.
7 And in my abundance I said: I shall never be moved.
8 O Lord in thy will thou hast given strength to my beauty. Thou hast turned away thy face from me, and I became troubled.
8 O Lord, in thy favor, thou gavest strength to my beauty. Thou turnedst away thy face from me, and I became troubled.
9 To thee o Lord I will cry: and I will pray to my God.
9 To thee, O Lord, will I cry: and I will make supplication to my God.
10 What profit is in my blood, whilst I descend into corruption? Shall dust confess to thee, or declare thy truth?
10 What profit is there in my blood, whilst I go down to corruption? Shall dust confess to thee, or declare thy truth?
11 Our Lord hath heard, and had mercy on me: our Lord is become my helper.
11 The Lord hath heard, and hath had mercy on me: the Lord became my helper.
12 Thou hast turned my mourning into joy unto me: thou hast cut my sackcloth, and hast compassed me with gladness.
12 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into joy: thou hast cut my sackcloth, and hast compassed me with gladness:
13 That my glory may sing to thee, and I be not compunct: Lord my God for ever will I confess to thee.
13 To the end that my glory may sing to thee, and I may not regret: O Lord my God, I will give praise to thee forever.