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

O Lord my God, I have cried to thee, and then 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)

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

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

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

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

And in my abundance I said: 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.

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

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

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

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, whilst I go down to corruption? Shall dust confess to thee, or declare thy truth?

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

The Lord hath heard, and hath had mercy on me: the Lord became 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 joy: thou hast cut my sackcloth, and hast compassed 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 to thee, and I may not regret: O Lord my God, I will give praise to thee for ever.