Psalms 30

1 A Psalm. A Song for the Dedication of the Temple. By David. I will extol you, LORD, for you have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

A Psalm [and] Song, [at] the dedication of the house of David. I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2 LORD my God, I cried to you, and you have healed me.

O LORD my God, I cried to thee, and thou hast healed me.

3 LORD, you have brought up my soul from Sheol (Sheol h7585). You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

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. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing praise to the LORD, you saints of his. Give thanks to his holy name.

Sing to the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

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

For his anger [endureth but] a moment; in his favor [is] life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy [cometh] in the morning.

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

And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.

7 You, LORD, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

LORD, by thy favor thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, [and] I was troubled.

8 I cried to you, LORD. I made supplication to the Lord:

I cried to thee, O LORD; and to the LORD I made supplication.

9 “What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?

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, LORD, and have mercy on me. LORD, be my helper.”

Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.

11 You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness,

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 heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent. LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever!

To the end that [my] glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks to thee for ever.