He Healed Me
King David’s poetic praise to God
A song for the Feast of Dedication of the dwelling place
1Lord, I will exalt you and lift you high,
for you have lifted me up on high!
Over all my boasting, gloating enemies,
you made me to triumph.
2O Lord, my healing God,
I cried out for a miracle and you healed me!
3You brought me back from the brink of death,
from the depths below.
Now here I am, alive and well, fully restored!
4O sing and make melody, you steadfast lovers of God.
Give thanks to him every time you reflect on his holiness!
5I’ve learned that his anger lasts for a moment,
but his loving favor lasts a lifetime!
We may weep through the night,
but at daybreak it will turn into shouts of ecstatic joy.
6-7I remember boasting, “I’ve got it made!
Nothing can stop me now!
I’m God’s favored one; he’s made me steady as a mountain!”
But then suddenly, you hid your face from me.
I was panic-stricken and became depressed.
8Still I cried out to you, Lord God. I shouted out for mercy, saying,
9“What would you gain in my death,
if I were to go down to the depths of darkness?
Will a grave sing your song?
How could death’s dust declare your faithfulness?”
10So hear me now, Lord; show me your famous mercy.
O God, be my Savior and rescue me!
11Then he broke through and transformed all my wailing
into a whirling dance of ecstatic praise!
He has torn the veil and lifted from me
the sad heaviness of mourning.
He wrapped me in the glory garments of gladness.
12How could I be silent when it’s time to praise you?
Now my heart sings out loud, bursting with joy—
a bliss inside that keeps me singing,
“I can never thank you enough!”