< 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.
εἰς τὸ τέλος ψαλμὸς ᾠδῆς τοῦ ἐγκαινισμοῦ τοῦ οἴκου τῷ Δαυιδ ὑψώσω σε κύριε ὅτι ὑπέλαβές με καὶ οὐκ ηὔφρανας τοὺς ἐχθρούς μου ἐπ’ ἐμέ
2 O Lord my God, I sent up my cry to you, and you have made me well.
κύριε ὁ θεός μου ἐκέκραξα πρὸς σέ καὶ ἰάσω με
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)
κύριε ἀνήγαγες ἐξ ᾅδου τὴν ψυχήν μου ἔσωσάς με ἀπὸ τῶν καταβαινόντων εἰς λάκκον (Sheol h7585)
4 Make songs to the Lord, O you saints of his, and give praise to his holy name.
ψάλατε τῷ κυρίῳ οἱ ὅσιοι αὐτοῦ καὶ ἐξομολογεῖσθε τῇ μνήμῃ τῆς ἁγιωσύνης αὐτοῦ
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.
ὅτι ὀργὴ ἐν τῷ θυμῷ αὐτοῦ καὶ ζωὴ ἐν τῷ θελήματι αὐτοῦ τὸ ἑσπέρας αὐλισθήσεται κλαυθμὸς καὶ εἰς τὸ πρωὶ ἀγαλλίασις
6 When things went well for me I said, I will never be moved.
ἐγὼ δὲ εἶπα ἐν τῇ εὐθηνίᾳ μου οὐ μὴ σαλευθῶ εἰς τὸν αἰῶνα
7 Lord, by your grace you have kept my mountain strong: when your face was turned from me I was troubled.
κύριε ἐν τῷ θελήματί σου παρέσχου τῷ κάλλει μου δύναμιν ἀπέστρεψας δὲ τὸ πρόσωπόν σου καὶ ἐγενήθην τεταραγμένος
8 My voice went up to you, O Lord; I made my prayer to the Lord.
πρὸς σέ κύριε κεκράξομαι καὶ πρὸς τὸν θεόν μου δεηθήσομαι
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?
τίς ὠφέλεια ἐν τῷ αἵματί μου ἐν τῷ καταβῆναί με εἰς διαφθοράν μὴ ἐξομολογήσεταί σοι χοῦς ἢ ἀναγγελεῖ τὴν ἀλήθειάν σου
10 Give ear to me, O Lord, and have mercy on me: Lord, be my helper.
ἤκουσεν κύριος καὶ ἠλέησέν με κύριος ἐγενήθη βοηθός μου
11 By you my sorrow is turned into dancing; you have taken away my clothing of grief, and given me robes of joy;
ἔστρεψας τὸν κοπετόν μου εἰς χορὸν ἐμοί διέρρηξας τὸν σάκκον μου καὶ περιέζωσάς με εὐφροσύνην
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.
ὅπως ἂν ψάλῃ σοι ἡ δόξα μου καὶ οὐ μὴ κατανυγῶ κύριε ὁ θεός μου εἰς τὸν αἰῶνα ἐξομολογήσομαί σοι

< Psalms 30 >