301 [1][2]I will exalt you, Lord, for you lifted me out of the depths and did not let my enemies gloat over me. 2 Lord my God, I called to you for help, and you healed me. 3 You, Lord, brought me up from the realm of the dead; you spared me from going down to the pit. 4 Sing the praises of the Lord, you his faithful people; praise his holy name. 5 For his anger lasts only a moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime; weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning.
6 When I felt secure, I said, "I will never be shaken." 7 Lord, when you favored me, you made my royal mountain[3] stand firm; but when you hid your face, I was dismayed. 8 To you, Lord, I called; to the Lord I cried for mercy: 9 "What is gained if I am silenced, if I go down to the pit? Will the dust praise you? Will it proclaim your faithfulness? 10 Hear, Lord, and be merciful to me; Lord, be my help." 11 You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, 12 that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent. Lord my God, I will praise you forever.
301 I will give you praise and honour, O Lord, because through you I have been lifted up; you have not given my haters cause to be glad over me. 2 O Lord my God, I sent up my cry to you, and you have made me well. 3 O Lord, you have made my soul come again from the underworld: you have given me life and kept me from going down among the dead. 4 Make songs to the Lord, O you saints of his, and give praise to his holy name. 5 For his wrath is only for a minute; in his grace there is life; weeping may be for a night, but joy comes in the morning.
6 When things went well for me I said, I will never be moved. 7 Lord, by your grace you have kept my mountain strong: when your face was turned from me I was troubled. 8 My voice went up to you, O Lord; I made my prayer to the Lord. 9 What profit is there in my blood if I go down into the underworld? will the dust give you praise, or be a witness to your help? 10 Give ear to me, O Lord, and have mercy on me: Lord, be my helper. 11 By you my sorrow is turned into dancing; you have taken away my clothing of grief, and given me robes of joy; 12 So that my glory may make songs of praise to you and not be quiet. O Lord my God, I will give you praise for ever.
301 A Psalm of David: dedication-song of the house. I will extol thee, Jehovah; for thou hast delivered me, and hast not made mine enemies to rejoice over me. 2 Jehovah my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me. 3 Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol, thou hast quickened me from among those that go down to the pit. 4 Sing psalms unto Jehovah, ye saints of his, and give thanks in remembrance of his holiness. 5 For a moment [is passed] in his anger, a life in his favour; at even weeping cometh for the night, and at morn there is rejoicing.
6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved. 7 Jehovah, by thy favour thou hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled. 8 I called to thee, Jehovah, and unto the Lord did I make supplication: 9 What profit is there in my blood, in my going down to the pit? shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth? 10 Hear, O Jehovah, and be gracious unto me; Jehovah, be my helper. 11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness; 12 That [my] glory may sing psalms of thee, and not be silent. Jehovah my God, I will praise thee for ever.
301 I give you all the credit, God - you got me out of that mess, you didn't let my foes gloat. 2 God, my God, I yelled for help and you put me together. 3 God, you pulled me out of the grave, gave me another chance at life when I was down-and-out. 4 All you saints! Sing your hearts out to God! Thank him to his face! 5 He gets angry once in a while, but across a lifetime there is only love. The nights of crying your eyes out give way to days of laughter.
6 When things were going great I crowed, "I've got it made. 7 I'm God's favorite. He made me king of the mountain." Then you looked the other way and I fell to pieces. 8 I called out to you, God; I laid my case before you: 9 "Can you sell me for a profit when I'm dead? auction me off at a cemetery yard sale? When I'm 'dust to dust' my songs and stories of you won't sell. 10 So listen! and be kind! Help me out of this!" 11 You did it: you changed wild lament into whirling dance; You ripped off my black mourning band and decked me with wildflowers. 12 I'm about to burst with song; I can't keep quiet about you. God, my God, I can't thank you enough.
