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.
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 O Lord my God, I have cried to thee, and then hast healed me.
Mi Lord God, Y criede to thee; and thou madist me hool.
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)
Lord, thou leddist out my soule fro helle; thou sauedist me fro hem that goen doun into the lake. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing to the Lord, O ye his saints: and give praise to the memory of his holiness.
Ye seyntis of the Lord, synge to the Lord; and knowleche ye to the mynde of his hoolynesse.
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 ire is in his indignacioun; and lijf is in his wille. Wepyng schal dwelle at euentid; and gladnesse at the morewtid.
6 And in my abundance I said: I shall never be moved.
Forsothe Y seide in my plentee; Y schal not be moued with outen ende.
7 O Lord, in thy favour, thou gavest strength to my beauty. Thou turnedst away thy face from me, and I became 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 To thee, O Lord, will I cry: and I will make supplication to my God.
Lord, Y schal crye to thee; and Y schal preye to my God.
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 in my blood; while Y go doun in to corrupcioun? Whether dust schal knouleche to thee; ethir schal telle thi treuthe?
10 The Lord hath heard, and hath had mercy on me: the Lord became 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 joy: thou hast cut my sackcloth, and hast compassed 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 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 glorie synge to thee, and Y be not compunct; my Lord God, Y schal knouleche to thee with outen ende.
