Psalms 30
1 A Psalm. A song for the dedication of the temple. Of David. I will exalt You, O LORD, for You have lifted me up and have not allowed my foes to rejoice over me.
The salm of song, for the halewyng of the hows of Dauid. Lord, Y schal enhaunse thee, for thou hast vp take me; and thou delitidist not myn enemyes on me.
2 O LORD my God, I cried to You for help, and You healed me.
Mi Lord God, Y criede to thee; and thou madist me hool.
Lord, thou leddist out my soule fro helle; thou sauedist me fro hem that goen doun into the lake. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing to the LORD, O you His saints, and praise His holy name.
Ye seyntis of the Lord, synge to the Lord; and knowleche ye to the mynde of his hoolynesse.
5 For His anger is fleeting, but His favor lasts a lifetime. Weeping may stay the night, but joy comes in the morning.
For ire is in his indignacioun; and lijf is in his wille. Wepyng schal dwelle at euentid; and gladnesse at the morewtid.
6 In prosperity I said, “I will never be shaken.”
Forsothe Y seide in my plentee; Y schal not be moued with outen ende.
7 O LORD, You favored me; You made my mountain stand strong. When You hid Your face, I was dismayed.
Lord, in thi wille; thou hast youe vertu to my fairnesse. Thou turnedist awei thi face fro me; and Y am maad disturblid.
8 To You, O LORD, I called, and I begged my Lord for mercy:
Lord, Y schal crye to thee; and Y schal preye to my God.
9 “What gain is there in my bloodshed, in my descent to the Pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it proclaim Your faithfulness?
What profit is in my blood; while Y go doun in to corrupcioun? Whether dust schal knouleche to thee; ethir schal telle thi treuthe?
10 Hear me, O LORD, and have mercy; O LORD, be my helper.”
The Lord herde, and hadde merci on me; the Lord is maad myn helpere.
11 You turned my mourning into dancing; You peeled off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
Thou hast turned my weilyng in to ioye to me; thou hast to-rent my sak, and hast cumpassid me with gladnesse.
12 that my heart may sing Your praises and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks forever.
That my glorie synge to thee, and Y be not compunct; my Lord God, Y schal knouleche to thee with outen ende.
