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. By David.] I will extol you, LORD, for you have raised me up, and have 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.

LORD my God, I cried to you, and you have 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)

LORD, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You have 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 to the LORD, you his faithful ones. Give thanks to 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 but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may stay for the night, but joy comes 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.

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

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

I cried to you, LORD. To the LORD I made petition:

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 destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?

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

Hear, LORD, and have mercy on me. 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 have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed 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 heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent. LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever.