< 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 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.
2 O Lord my God, I sent up my cry to you, and you have made me well.
O LORD my God, I cried to You for help, and You 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 )
O LORD, You pulled me up from Sheol; You spared me from descending into the Pit. (Sheol )
4 Make songs to the Lord, O you saints of his, and give praise to his holy name.
Sing to the LORD, O you His saints, and praise His holy 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 fleeting, but His favor lasts a lifetime. Weeping may stay the night, but joy comes in the morning.
6 When things went well for me I said, I will never be moved.
In prosperity I said, “I will never be shaken.”
7 Lord, by your grace you have kept my mountain strong: when your face was turned from me I was troubled.
O LORD, You favored me; You made my mountain stand strong. When You hid Your face, I was dismayed.
8 My voice went up to you, O Lord; I made my prayer to the Lord.
To You, O LORD, I called, and I begged my Lord for mercy:
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 gain is there in my bloodshed, in my descent to the Pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it proclaim Your faithfulness?
10 Give ear to me, O Lord, and have mercy on me: Lord, be my helper.
Hear me, O LORD, and have mercy; O LORD, be 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;
You turned my mourning into dancing; You peeled off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
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.
that my heart may sing Your praises and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks forever.