Psalms 30

1 I will extol thee, O Jehovah, for thou have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

A psalm of a canticle, at the dedication of David’s house. I will extol thee, O Lord, for thou hast upheld me: and hast not made my enemies to rejoice over me.

2 O Jehovah my God, I cried to thee, and thou have healed me.

O Lord my God, I have cried to thee, and then hast healed me.

3 O Jehovah, thou have brought up my soul from Sheol. Thou have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

Thou hast brought forth, O Lord, my soul from hell: thou hast saved me from them that go down into the pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing praise to Jehovah, O ye sanctified of his, and give thanks to his holiness.

Sing to the Lord, O ye his saints: and give praise to the memory of his holiness.

5 For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy is in the morning.

For wrath is in his indignation; and life in his good will. In the evening weeping shall have place, and in the morning gladness.

6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

And in my abundance I said: I shall never be moved.

7 Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor had made my mountain to stand strong. Thou hid thy face; I was troubled.

O Lord, in thy favour, thou gavest strength to my beauty. Thou turnedst away thy face from me, and I became troubled.

8 I cried to thee, O Jehovah, and to Jehovah I made supplication.

To thee, O Lord, will I cry: and I will make supplication to my God.

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?

What profit is there in my blood, whilst I go down to corruption? Shall dust confess to thee, or declare thy truth?

10 Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me. Jehovah, be thou my helper.

The Lord hath heard, and hath had mercy on me: the Lord became my helper.

11 Thou have turned for me my mourning into dancing. Thou have loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness,

Thou hast turned for me my mourning into joy: thou hast cut my sackcloth, and hast compassed me with gladness:

12 to the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks to thee forever.

To the end that my glory may sing to thee, and I may not regret: O Lord my God, I will give praise to thee for ever.