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 Melody. A Song for the Dedication of the House. David’s. I will extol thee, O Yahweh, for thou hast drawn 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.
O Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou hast 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)
O Yahweh! thou hast lifted, out of hades, my soul, Thou hast brought me back to life, from among those who were going down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing to the Lord, O ye his saints: and give praise to the memory of his holiness.
Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention 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 there is, a Moment, in his anger, a Life-time, in his good-pleasure, In the evening, cometh Weeping to lodge, But, by the morning,’tis a Shout of Triumph!
6 And in my abundance I said: I shall never be moved.
But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!
7 O Lord, in thy favour, thou gavest strength to my beauty. Thou turnedst away thy face from me, and I became troubled.
O Yahweh, in thy good-pleasure, hadst thou caused my mountain to stand, strong, —Thou didst hide thy face—I was dismayed!
8 To thee, O Lord, will I cry: and I will make supplication to my God.
Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, —and, unto My Lord, do 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 in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?
10 The Lord hath heard, and hath had mercy on me: the Lord became my helper.
Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.
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 lamentation, into a dance for me, —Thou hast torn 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.
To the end that mine honour should make melody unto thee, and not be silent. O Yahweh, my God! Unto times age-abiding, will I praise thee.
