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 favor 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 favor, 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 forever!