Psalms 30

1 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.

I will extol thee, O Jehovah, for thou have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

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

O Jehovah my God, I cried to thee, and thou have healed me.

3 Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol, thou hast quickened me from among those that go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

O Jehovah, thou have brought up my soul from Sheol. Thou have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing psalms unto Jehovah, ye saints of his, and give thanks in remembrance of his holiness.

Sing praise to Jehovah, O ye sanctified of his, and give thanks to his holiness.

5 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.

For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy is in the morning.

6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

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

Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor had made my mountain to stand strong. Thou hid thy face; I was troubled.

8 I called to thee, Jehovah, and unto the Lord did I make supplication:

I cried to thee, O Jehovah, and to Jehovah I made supplication.

9 What profit is there in my blood, in my going down to the pit? shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?

What profit is there in my blood when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? Shall it declare thy truth?

10 Hear, O Jehovah, and be gracious unto me; Jehovah, be my helper.

Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me. Jehovah, be thou my helper.

11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

Thou have turned for me my mourning into dancing. Thou have loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness,

12 That [my] glory may sing psalms of thee, and not be silent. Jehovah my God, I will praise thee for ever.

to the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks to thee forever.