Psalms 30
1 A psalm of David. A psalm for the dedication of the Temple. I want to tell everyone how good you are, Lord, for you saved me, and you didn't let my enemies triumph over me.
I will extol thee, O Jehovah, for thou have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.
2 Lord, my God, I called out to you for help, and you have healed me.
O Jehovah my God, I cried to thee, and thou have healed me.
3 Lord, you rescued me from the grave, you brought me back to life, saving me from going down into the pit of death. (Sheol h7585)
O Jehovah, thou have brought up my soul from Sheol. Thou have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
4 You who trust the Lord, sing praises to him, and be thankful for his holy character!
Sing praise to Jehovah, O ye sanctified of his, and give thanks to his holiness.
5 For his anger only lasts a moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime. You may spend the night in tears, but happiness comes with the morning.
For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy is in the morning.
6 When things were going well, I said, “Nothing will ever shake me!”
As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
7 Lord, when you showed me your favor I stood as strong as a mountain; when you turned away from me I was terrified.
Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor had made my mountain to stand strong. Thou hid thy face; I was troubled.
8 I called out to you for help, Lord. I asked the Lord for grace, saying,
I cried to thee, O Jehovah, and to Jehovah I made supplication.
9 What would you gain if I die, if I go down into the pit of death? Would my dust praise you? Would it tell of your trustworthiness?
What profit is there in my blood when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? Shall it declare thy truth?
10 Please listen to me, Lord, and be gracious to me! Lord, you are the one who helps me.
Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me. Jehovah, be thou my helper.
11 You have turned my weeping into dancing. You have taken off my clothes of sackcloth and dressed me in happiness,
Thou have turned for me my mourning into dancing. Thou have loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness,
12 so I can sing praises to you and not keep quiet. Lord my God, I will thank you forever!
to the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks to thee forever.
