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.

A psalm of a canticle, at the dedication of David’s house. I will extol thee, O Lord, for thou hast upheld me: and hast not made my enemies to rejoice over me.

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

O Lord my God, I have cried to thee, and then hast 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)

Thou hast brought forth, O Lord, my soul from hell: thou hast saved me from them that go down into the pit. (Sheol h7585)

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

Sing to the Lord, O ye his saints: and give praise to the memory of 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 wrath is in his indignation; and life in his good will. In the evening weeping shall have place, and in the morning gladness.

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

And in my abundance I said: 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.

O Lord, in thy favour, thou gavest strength to my beauty. Thou turnedst away thy face from me, and I became troubled.

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

To thee, O Lord, will I cry: and I will make supplication to my God.

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, whilst I go down to corruption? Shall dust confess to thee, or declare thy truth?

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

The Lord hath heard, and hath had mercy on me: the Lord became my helper.

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

Thou hast turned for me my mourning into joy: thou hast cut my sackcloth, and hast compassed 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 to thee, and I may not regret: O Lord my God, I will give praise to thee for ever.