Psalms 30

1 A Psalm. A Song at the blessing of the House. Of David. I will give you praise and honour, O Lord, because through you I have been lifted up; you have not given my haters cause to be glad over me.

A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House. [A Psalm] of David. I will extol thee, O Jehovah; for thou hast raised me up, And hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2 O Lord my God, I sent up my cry to you, and you have made me well.

O Jehovah my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

3 O Lord, you have made my soul come again from the underworld: you have given me life and kept me from going down among the dead. (Sheol h7585)

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

4 Make songs to the Lord, O you saints of his, and give praise to his holy name.

Sing praise unto Jehovah, O ye saints of his, And give thanks to his holy memorial [name].

5 For his wrath is only for a minute; in his grace there is life; weeping may be for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

For his anger is but for a moment; His favor is for a life-time: Weeping may tarry for the night, But joy [cometh] in the morning.

6 When things went well for me I said, I will never be moved.

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

7 Lord, by your grace you have kept my mountain strong: when your face was turned from me I was troubled.

Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor hadst made my mountain to stand strong: Thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

8 My voice went up to you, O Lord; I made my prayer to the Lord.

I cried to thee, O Jehovah; And unto Jehovah I made supplication:

9 What profit is there in my blood if I go down into the underworld? will the dust give you praise, or be a witness to your help?

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 Give ear to me, O Lord, and have mercy on me: Lord, be my helper.

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

11 By you my sorrow is turned into dancing; you have taken away my clothing of grief, and given me robes of joy;

Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

12 So that my glory may make songs of praise to you and not be quiet. O Lord my God, I will give you praise for ever.

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