My Title of Liberty

David sings praises and gives thanks to the Lord — He pleads for mercy.

A Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David.

1 I WILL extol thee, O LORD;
for thou hast lifted me up,
and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2 O LORD my God, I cried unto thee,
and thou hast healed me.

3 O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from ^aSHEOL:
thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

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4 Sing unto the LORD, O ye saints of his,
and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

5 For his anger endureth but a moment;
in his favour is life:
weeping may endure for a night,
but joy cometh in the morning.

6 And in my prosperity I said,
I shall never be moved.

7 LORD, by thy favour
thou hast made my mountain to stand strong:
thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.

8 I cried to thee, O LORD;
and unto the LORD I made supplication.

9 What profit is there in my blood,
when I go down to the pit?
Shall the dust praise thee?
shall it declare thy truth?

10 Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me:
LORD, be thou my helper.

11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing:
thou hast put off my sackcloth,
and girded me with gladness;

12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee,
and not be silent.
O LORD my God,
I will give thanks unto thee for ever.