Psalms 30

1 A Canticle Psalm. In dedication to the house of David. I will extol you, Lord, for you have sustained me, and you have not allowed my enemies to delight over me.

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.

2 O Lord my God, I have cried out to you, and you have healed me.

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

3 Lord, you led my soul away from Hell. You have saved me from those who descend into the pit. (Sheol h7585)

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)

4 Sing a psalm to the Lord, you his saints, and confess with remembrance of his holiness.

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

5 For wrath is in his indignation, and life is in his will. Toward evening, weeping will linger, and toward morning, gladness.

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

6 But I have said in my abundance: “I will never be disturbed.”

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

7 O Lord, in your will, you made virtue preferable to beauty for me. You turned your face away from me, and I became disturbed.

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

8 To you, Lord, I will cry out. And I will make supplication to my God.

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

9 What use would there be in my blood, if I descend into corruption? Will dust confess to you or announce your truth?

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?

10 The Lord has heard, and he has been merciful to me. The Lord has become my helper.

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

11 You have turned my mourning into gladness for me. You have cut off my sackcloth, and you have surrounded me with joy.

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

12 So then, may my glory sing to you, and may I not regret it. O Lord, my God, I will confess to you for eternity.

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.