Note to readers:
When I first published this post, I had a pic of an olive tree surrounded by tulips — a photo taken by Josie Elias which was the Grand Prize winner of the 2012 Royal Horticultural Society Photographic Competition. Although the image was posted here with full credit, it is now removed because of an email from RHS Images Manager Carol Sheppard that “neither the RHS nor the photographer, Josie Elias, has authorised the use of this image on your website and I would kindly ask that you remove it immediately, as we do not grant permission for it to be used in this context.”
Here’s a replacement, which is just as lovely, courtesy of Scene Reflections:
I praise you, Lord, for you raised me up
and did not let my enemies rejoice over me.
O Lord, my God,
I cried out to you and you healed me.
Lord, you brought me up from Sheol;
you kept me from going down to the pit.
Sing praise to the Lord, you faithful;
give thanks to God’s holy name.
For divine anger lasts but a moment;
divine favor lasts a lifetime.
At dusk weeping comes for the night;
but at dawn there is rejoicing.
Complacent, I once said,
“I shall never be shaken.”
Lord, when you showed me favor
I stood like the mighty mountains.
But when you hid your face
I was struck with terror.
To you, Lord, I cried out;
with the Lord I pleaded for mercy:
“What gain is there from my lifeblood,
from my going down to the grave?
Does dust give you thanks
or declare your faithfulness?
Hear, O Lord, have mercy on me;
Lord, be my helper.”
You changed my mourning into dancing;
you took off my sackcloth
and clothed me with gladness.
With my whole being I sing
endless praise to you.
O Lord, my God,
forever will I give you thanks.