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, a song at the dedication of the temple, of David.” I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not suffered my 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 loudly 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)
O Lord, thou hast brought up from the nether world my soul: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not 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 unto the Lord, O ye his pious ones, and give thanks to the memorial 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 his anger is momentary, [but] life is in his favor: in the evening [cometh] weeping to stay for a night, but in the morning, there is joyful song.
6 But I have said in my abundance: “I will never be disturbed.”
And I had said indeed 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.
Lord, by thy favor hadst thou caused my mountain to stand in strength: thou didst hide thy face, [and] I was terrified.
8 To you, Lord, I will cry out. And I will make supplication to my God.
Unto thee, O Lord, will I call; and unto the Lord 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 the grave? Shall the dust thank thee? shall it announce thy truth?
10 The Lord has heard, and he has been merciful to me. The Lord has become my helper.
Hear, O Lord, and be gracious unto me: Lord, be thou a helper unto me.
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 changed my mourning into dancing for me; thou hast loosened my sack-cloth, and girded me with joy.
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.
To the end that my glorious soul may sing praise to thee, and never be silent. O Lord my God, for ever will I give thanks unto thee.
