American Standard Version of 1901
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A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House. A Psalm of David.I will extol thee, O Jehovah; for thou hast {Or, drawn}raised me up,And hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
O Jehovah my God,I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
O Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol;Thou hast kept me alive, {Another reading is, from among them that go down to the pit.}that I should not go down to the pit.
Sing praise unto Jehovah, O ye saints of his,And give thanks to his holy memorial name.
For his anger is but for a moment; {Or, In his favor is life}His favor is for a life-time:Weeping {Hebrew: may come in to lodge at even.}may tarry for the night,But joy cometh in the morning.
As for me, I said in my prosperity,I shall never be moved.
Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor hadst made my mountain to stand strong:Thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.
I cried to thee, O Jehovah;And unto Jehovah I made supplication:
What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit?Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me:Jehovah, be thou my helper.
Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing;Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent.O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.
A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House. A Psalm of David.I will extol thee, O Jehovah; for thou hast {Or, drawn}raised me up,And hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
O Jehovah my God,I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
O Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol;Thou hast kept me alive, {Another reading is, from among them that go down to the pit.}that I should not go down to the pit.
Sing praise unto Jehovah, O ye saints of his,And give thanks to his holy memorial name.
For his anger is but for a moment; {Or, In his favor is life}His favor is for a life-time:Weeping {Hebrew: may come in to lodge at even.}may tarry for the night,But joy cometh in the morning.
As for me, I said in my prosperity,I shall never be moved.
Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor hadst made my mountain to stand strong:Thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.
I cried to thee, O Jehovah;And unto Jehovah I made supplication:
What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit?Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me:Jehovah, be thou my helper.
Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing;Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent.O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.
Oh that thou wouldest rend the heavens, that thou wouldest come down, that the mountains might {Or, flow down}quake at thy presence, {[Chapter 64:1 in Hebrew]}
as when fire kindleth the brushwood, and the fire causeth the waters to boil; to make thy name known to thine adversaries, that the nations may tremble at thy presence!
When thou didst terrible things which we looked not for, thou camest down, the mountains quaked at thy presence.
For from of old men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither hath the eye {Or, seen; O God, besides thee, one that &c.}seen a God besides thee, who worketh for him that waiteth for him.
Thou {Or, sparest}meetest him that rejoiceth and worketh righteousness, those that remember thee in thy ways: behold, thou wast wroth, and we sinned: {Or, in those is continuance, and we shall be saved The Hebrew is obscure.}in them have we been of long time; and shall we be saved?
For we are all become as one that is unclean, and all our righteousnesses are as a polluted garment: and we all do fade as a leaf; and our iniquities, like the wind, take us away.
And there is none that calleth upon thy name, that stirreth up himself to take hold of thee; for thou hast hid thy face from us, and hast {Hebrew: melted.}consumed us by means of our iniquities.
But now, O Jehovah, thou art our Father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.
Be not wroth very sore, O Jehovah, neither remember iniquity for ever: behold, look, we beseech thee, we are all thy people.
Thy holy cities are become a wilderness, Zion is become a wilderness, Jerusalem a desolation.
Our holy and our beautiful house, where our fathers praised thee, is burned with fire; and all our pleasant places are laid waste.
Wilt thou refrain thyself for these things, O Jehovah? wilt thou hold thy peace, and afflict us very sore?