Psalms 30

1 For the end, a Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will exalt you, O Lord; for you have lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies to rejoice over me.

A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House. [A Psalm] of David. I will extol thee, O Jehovah; for thou hast raised me up, And hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2 O Lord my God, I cried to you, and you did heal me.

O Jehovah my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

3 O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Hades, you have delivered me from [amongst] them that go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

O Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol; Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing to the Lord, you his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.

Sing praise unto Jehovah, O ye saints of his, And give thanks to his holy memorial [name].

5 For anger is in his wrath, but life in his favour: weeping shall wait for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.

For his anger is but for a moment; His favor is for a life-time: Weeping may tarry for the night, But joy [cometh] in the morning.

6 And I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

7 O Lord, in your good pleasure you did add strength to my beauty: but you did turn away your face, and I was troubled.

Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor hadst made my mountain to stand strong: Thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

8 To you, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make supplication.

I cried to thee, O Jehovah; And unto Jehovah I made supplication:

9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to you? or shall it declare your truth?

What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

10 The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper.

Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me: Jehovah, be thou my helper.

11 You have turned my mourning into joy for me: you have tore off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

12 that my glory may sing praise to you, and I may not be pierced [with sorrow]. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you for ever.

To the end that [my] glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.