Pateicība Kungam par izglābšanu no nāves
1 Dāvida psalms . Dziesma tempļa iesvētīšanai.
2 Es cildināšu tevi, Kungs, –
kā no akas tu mani izcēli,
tu neļāvi naidniekiem smieties par mani!
3 Kungs, mans Dievs, es brēcu uz tevi,
un tu mani dziedināji,
4 Kungs, no šeola tu mani uzvedi,
tu dzīvu izvedi mani no bedres!
5 Dziediet Kungam jūs, uzticīgie,
un pateicieties, pieminēdami viņa svētumu!
6 Jo tik mirkli viņa dusmas,
bet uz mūžu viņa labvēlība!
Vakarā raudas nāk sērst,
bet no rīta līksme.
7 Savā pārticībā es teicu:
nemūžam neklupšu!
8 Kungs, savā labvēlībā tu darīji mani stipru kā kalnu –
līdzko tu novērsies, es iztrūcinājos!
9 Tev, Kungs, es saucu,
savu Kungu es karsti lūdzos:
10 kāds tev guvums no manām asinīm
vai ja es nokāptu bedrē?
Vai tad pīšļi slavētu tevi,
vai tie paustu tavu patiesību?
11 Uzklausi, Kungs,
žēlo mani, Kungs,
esi man palīgs!
12 Tu pārvērti manas vaimanas dejā,
tu noraisīji man maisu
un apjozi mani ar prieku,
13 lai dzied tev mans gods un neklusē!
Kungs, mans Dievs, mūžam pateikšos tev!
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 the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
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.
