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

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

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

Sing praise to the Lord, faithful people; give thanks to his holy name.

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 his anger lasts only a moment, his favor endures for a lifetime. Weeping may lodge for the night, but the morning brings shouts of joy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hear, Lord, and show me your favor, Lord be a helper to me.”

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

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

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