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.
Te exalto oh Yavé, porque me levantaste, Y no dejaste que mis enemigos se alegraran de mí.
2 O Lord my God, I have cried out to you, and you have healed me.
¡Oh Yavé, mi ʼElohim! Clamé a Ti, y me sanaste.
3 Lord, you led my soul away from Hell. You have saved me from those who descend into the pit. (Sheol h7585)
¡Oh Yavé, sacaste mi vida del Seol, De entre los que bajan a la tumba me mantuviste vivo! (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing a psalm to the Lord, you his saints, and confess with remembrance of his holiness.
Canten salmos a Yavé, ustedes sus santos, Y celebren la memoria de su santidad.
5 For wrath is in his indignation, and life is in his will. Toward evening, weeping will linger, and toward morning, gladness.
Por un momento es su ira, Pero su favor dura toda la vida. Por la noche dura el llanto, Pero al amanecer viene la alegría.
6 But I have said in my abundance: “I will never be disturbed.”
En mi prosperidad me decía: No seré conmovido jamás,
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.
Porque con tu favor, oh Yavé, Me afirmaste como fuerte montaña. Escondiste tu rostro, fui turbado.
8 To you, Lord, I will cry out. And I will make supplication to my God.
A Ti clamé, oh Yavé. A Yavé dirigí mi súplica.
9 What use would there be in my blood, if I descend into corruption? Will dust confess to you or announce your truth?
¿Qué provecho hay en mi muerte cuando baje a la tumba? ¿Te alabará el polvo? ¿Anunciará tu verdad?
10 The Lord has heard, and he has been merciful to me. The Lord has become my helper.
Escucha, oh Yavé, y ten compasión de mí. ¡Oh Yavé, sé mi Ayudador!
11 You have turned my mourning into gladness for me. You have cut off my sackcloth, and you have surrounded me with joy.
Cambiaste mi lamento en danza, Desataste mi tela áspera y me vestiste de alegría.
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.
Por tanto, a Ti cantaré, Gloria mía, y no estaré callado. ¡Oh Yavé, mi ʼElohim, te daré gracias para siempre!
