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.

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 have cried out to you, and you have healed me.

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

3 Lord, you led my soul away from Hell. You have saved me from those who descend into 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 a psalm to the Lord, you his saints, and confess with remembrance of his holiness.

Sing psalms unto Jehovah, ye saints of his, and give thanks in 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 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 But I have said in my abundance: “I will never be disturbed.”

As for me, 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.

Jehovah, by thy favour thou hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

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

I called to thee, Jehovah, and unto the Lord did 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, in my going down to the pit? shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

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

Hear, O Jehovah, and be gracious unto me; Jehovah, be 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.

Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed 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 psalms of thee, and not be silent. Jehovah my God, I will praise thee for ever.