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 YHWH; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast 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 YHWH my Elohim, I cried unto thee, and thou hast 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 YHWH, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast 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 unto YHWH, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of 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 endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

6 When things were going well, I said, “Nothing will ever shake me!”

And in my prosperity I said, 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.

YHWH, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.

8 I called out to you for help, Lord. I asked the Lord for grace, saying,

I cried to thee, O YHWH; and unto YHWH 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 YHWH, and have mercy upon me: YHWH, 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 hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off 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 YHWH my Elohim, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.