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.
Ein salme, ein song då huset vart vigt av David. Høgt vil eg lova deg, Herre, for du hev drege meg upp og ikkje late mine fiendar gleda seg yver meg.
2 O Lord my God, I have cried out to you, and you have healed me.
Herre, min Gud, eg ropa til deg, og du lækte meg.
3 Lord, you led my soul away from Hell. You have saved me from those who descend into the pit. (Sheol h7585)
Herre, du hev ført meg upp frå helheimen, du hev vakt meg upp til liv frå deim som fer ned i gravi. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing a psalm to the Lord, you his saints, and confess with remembrance of his holiness.
Syng lov til Herren, de hans trugne, og prisa hans heilage namn!
5 For wrath is in his indignation, and life is in his will. Toward evening, weeping will linger, and toward morning, gladness.
For ein augneblink varer hans vreide, ei heil levetid hans nåde; um kvelden kjem gråt til gjest, men til morgons vert det gledesong.
6 But I have said in my abundance: “I will never be disturbed.”
Men eg sagde i min tryggleik: «Eg skal ikkje verta rikka i all æva.»
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.
Herre, ved din nåde hadde du grunnfest mitt fjell; du løynde di åsyn, då vart eg forfærd.
8 To you, Lord, I will cry out. And I will make supplication to my God.
Til deg, Herre, ropa eg, og til Herren bad eg inderleg:
9 What use would there be in my blood, if I descend into corruption? Will dust confess to you or announce your truth?
«Kva vinning er det i mitt blod, i at eg fer ned i gravi? Kann mold prisa deg, forkynna din truskap?
10 The Lord has heard, and he has been merciful to me. The Lord has become my helper.
Herre, høyr og ver meg nådig! Herre, ver min hjelpar!»
11 You have turned my mourning into gladness for me. You have cut off my sackcloth, and you have surrounded me with joy.
Du vende mi sorg um til dans for meg, du klædde av meg min syrgjebunad og gyrde meg med gleda,
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.
so mi æra kann lovsyngja deg og ikkje tagna. Herre, min Gud, eg vil æveleg prisa deg.
