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 David. A song for the dedication of the Temple. I will extol you, O Lord, because you have lifted me up, and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.

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

I cried to you for help, O Lord my God, 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 h7585)

You have brought me up, Lord, from Sheol, from my way to the pit back to life you have called me. (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, faithful people; 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 lasts only a moment, his favour endures for a lifetime. Weeping may lodge for the night, but the morning brings shouts of joy.

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

When all went well, I imagined that never should I be shaken.

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

For by your favour, O Lord, you had set me on mountains strong: but you hide your face, and I was confounded.

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

Then to you, Lord, I cried, to the Lord I begged 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 profit is there in my blood, if I go down to the pit? Can you be praised by dust? Can it tell of your faithfulness?

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

Hear, Lord, and show me your favour, Lord be a helper to me.’

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 to dancing; my sackcloth you have unloosed, 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 unceasingly I should sing your praise, and give thanks to you, Lord my God, forever.