Psalms 30

1 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.

For the end, a Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will exalt thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies to rejoice over me.

2 O Lord my God, I have cried to thee, and then hast healed me.

O Lord my God, I cried to thee, and thou didst heal me.

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

O Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from Hades, thou hast delivered me from [among] them that go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing to the Lord, O ye his saints: and give praise to the memory of his holiness.

Sing to the Lord, ye his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.

5 For wrath is in his indignation; and life in his good will. In the evening weeping shall have place, and in the morning gladness.

For anger is in his wrath, but life in his favour: weeping shall tarry for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.

6 And in my abundance I said: I shall never be moved.

And I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

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

O Lord, in thy good pleasure thou didst add strength to my beauty: but thou didst turn away thy face, and I was troubled.

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

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

9 What profit is there in my blood, whilst I go down to corruption? Shall dust confess to thee, or declare thy truth?

What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to thee? or shall it declare thy truth?

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

The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper.

11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into joy: thou hast cut my sackcloth, and hast compassed me with gladness:

Thou hast turned my mourning into joy for me: thou hast rent off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

12 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.

that my glory may sing praise to thee, and I may not be pierced [with sorrow]. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to thee for ever.