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.
The salm of song, for the halewyng of the hows of Dauid. Lord, Y schal enhaunse thee, for thou hast vp take me; and thou delitidist not myn enemyes on me.
2 Jehovah my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
Mi Lord God, Y criede to thee; and thou madist me hool.
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)
Lord, thou leddist out my soule fro helle; thou sauedist me fro hem that goen doun into the lake. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing psalms unto Jehovah, ye saints of his, and give thanks in remembrance of his holiness.
Ye seyntis of the Lord, synge to the Lord; and knowleche ye to the mynde of his hoolynesse.
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 ire is in his indignacioun; and lijf is in his wille. Wepyng schal dwelle at euentid; and gladnesse at the morewtid.
6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
Forsothe Y seide in my plentee; Y schal not be moued with outen ende.
7 Jehovah, by thy favour thou hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.
Lord, in thi wille; thou hast youe vertu to my fairnesse. Thou turnedist awei thi face fro me; and Y am maad disturblid.
8 I called to thee, Jehovah, and unto the Lord did I make supplication:
Lord, Y schal crye to thee; and Y schal preye 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 in my blood; while Y go doun in to corrupcioun? Whether dust schal knouleche to thee; ethir schal telle thi treuthe?
10 Hear, O Jehovah, and be gracious unto me; Jehovah, be my helper.
The Lord herde, and hadde merci on me; the Lord is maad myn helpere.
11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
Thou hast turned my weilyng in to ioye to me; thou hast to-rent my sak, and hast cumpassid me with gladnesse.
12 That [my] glory may sing psalms of thee, and not be silent. Jehovah my God, I will praise thee for ever.
That my glorie synge to thee, and Y be not compunct; my Lord God, Y schal knouleche to thee with outen ende.
