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.

A Psalme or song of the dedication of the house of David. I will magnifie thee, O Lord: for thou hast exalted mee, and hast not made my foe to reioyce ouer me.

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

O Lord my God, I cried vnto thee, and thou hast restored 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 vp my soule out of the graue: thou hast reuiued me from them that goe downe into the pit. (Sheol h7585)

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

Sing praises vnto the Lord, ye his Saintes, and giue thankes before the remembrance of his Holinesse.

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 he endureth but a while in his anger: but in his fauour is life: weeping may abide at euening, but ioy commeth in the morning.

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

And in my prosperitie I sayde, I shall neuer be moued.

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

For thou Lord of thy goodnes hadest made my mountaine to stande strong: but thou didest hide thy face, and I was troubled.

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

Then cried I vnto thee, O Lord, and praied to my Lord.

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

What profite is there in my blood, when I go downe to the pit? shall the dust giue thankes vnto thee? or shall it declare thy trueth?

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

Heare, O Lord, and haue mercy vpon me: Lord, be thou mine 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 ioy: thou hast loosed my sacke and girded mee with gladnesse.

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.

Therefore shall my tongue praise thee and not cease: O Lord my God, I will giue thankes vnto thee for euer.