< 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 David. To the air of songs for the dedication of a house.” I will extol thee, O LORD! for thou hast lifted me up, And hast not suffered my enemies to rejoice over me.
2 Jehovah my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
O Jehovah, my God! I called upon thee, and thou 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 )
O LORD! thou hast raised me up from the underworld; Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol )
4 Sing psalms unto Jehovah, ye saints of his, and give thanks in remembrance of his holiness.
Sing unto the LORD, O ye his servants! And praise his holy name!
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 endureth but a moment, But his favor through life; In the evening sorrow may be a guest, But joy cometh in the morning.
6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
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, O LORD! by thy favor, hast made my mountain to stand strong; Thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled!
8 I called to thee, Jehovah, and unto the Lord did I make supplication:
I cried unto thee, O LORD! To the LORD 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 will my blood profit thee, that I should go down to the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?
10 Hear, O Jehovah, and be gracious unto me; Jehovah, be my helper.
Hear, O LORD! and have pity upon me! Be thou, LORD! my helper!”
11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
Thou didst turn my mourning into dancing; Thou didst loose my sackcloth, and gird 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.
Therefore I will sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah, my God! I will give thanks to thee for ever!