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.

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 Lord, my God, I called out to you for help, and you have healed me.

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

You have brought me up, Lord, from Sheol, from my way to the pit back to life you have called me. (Sheol h7585)

4 You who trust the Lord, sing praises to him, and be thankful for his holy character!

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

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

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

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

7 Lord, when you showed me your favor I stood as strong as a mountain; when you turned away from me I was terrified.

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

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

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

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

10 Please listen to me, Lord, and be gracious to me! Lord, you are the one who helps me.

Hear, Lord, and show me your favour, Lord be a helper to me.’

11 You have turned my weeping into dancing. You have taken off my clothes of sackcloth and dressed me in happiness,

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

12 so I can sing praises to you and not keep quiet. Lord my God, I will thank you forever!

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