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 of David: dedication-song of the house. I will extol thee, Jehovah; for thou hast delivered me, and hast not made mine enemies to rejoice over me.

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

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)

Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol, thou hast quickened me from among those that 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 psalms unto Jehovah, ye saints of his, and give thanks in remembrance of his holiness.

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 a moment [is passed] in his anger, a life in his favour; at even weeping cometh for the night, and at morn there is rejoicing.

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.

Jehovah, by thy favour thou 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 called to thee, Jehovah, and unto the Lord did I make 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, in my going 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 be gracious unto me; Jehovah, be 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.

That [my] glory may sing psalms of thee, and not be silent. Jehovah my God, I will praise thee for ever.