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. A song for the dedication of the Temple. I will extol you, O Lord, because you have lifted me up, and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.

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

I cried to you for help, O Lord my God, and you 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)

You have brought me up, Lord, from Sheol, from my way to the pit back to life you have called me. (Sheol h7585)

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

Sing praise to the Lord, faithful people; give thanks to 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 lasts only a moment, his favour endures for a lifetime. Weeping may lodge for the night, but the morning brings shouts of joy.

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

When all went well, I imagined that never should I be shaken.

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

For by your favour, O Lord, you had set me on mountains strong: but you hide your face, and I was confounded.

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

Then to you, Lord, I cried, to the Lord I begged for mercy,

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, if I go down to the pit? Can you be praised by dust? Can it tell of your faithfulness?

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

Hear, Lord, and show me your favour, Lord be a helper to me.’

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

You have turned my mourning to dancing; my sackcloth you have unloosed, and clothed me with joy:

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

that unceasingly I should sing your praise, and give thanks to you, Lord my God, forever.