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.

4Sing 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 favor is for a lifetime.

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,

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!”

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!