A psalm, a song of dedication of the House, by David. I exalt You, L-rd, for You have uplifted me, and did not allow my enemies to rejoice over me. L-rd, my G-d, I cried out to You, and You healed me. L-rd, You have brought up my soul from the grave; You have kept me alive, that I should not descend to the pit. Sing to the L-rd, you His pious ones, and praise His holy Name. For His wrath endures but for a moment, when He is conciliated there is long life; when one retires at night weeping, joy will come in the morning. In my security I thought, "I shall never falter.” L-rd, by Your favor You have made my mountain stand strong; when You concealed Your countenance I was alarmed. I called to You, O L-rd, and I made supplication to my Lord: What profit is there in my death, in my going down to the grave? Can dust praise You? Can it proclaim Your truth? Lord, hear and be gracious to me; Lord, be a help to me. You have turned my mourning into dancing; You have undone my sackcloth and girded me with joy. Therefore my soul shall sing to You, and not be silent; L-rd my G-d, I will praise You forever. (Psalm 30)