< 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.
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 Lord, my God, I called out to you for help, and you have healed me.
Mi Lord God, Y criede to thee; and thou madist me hool.
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 )
Lord, thou leddist out my soule fro helle; thou sauedist me fro hem that goen doun into the lake. (Sheol )
4 You who trust the Lord, sing praises to him, and be thankful for his holy character!
Ye seyntis of the Lord, synge to the Lord; and knowleche ye to the mynde of his hoolynesse.
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 ire is in his indignacioun; and lijf is in his wille. Wepyng schal dwelle at euentid; and gladnesse at the morewtid.
6 When things were going well, I said, “Nothing will ever shake me!”
Forsothe Y seide in my plentee; Y schal not be moued with outen ende.
7 Lord, when you showed me your favor I stood as strong as a mountain; when you turned away from me I was terrified.
Lord, in thi wille; thou hast youe vertu to my fairnesse. Thou turnedist awei thi face fro me; and Y am maad disturblid.
8 I called out to you for help, Lord. I asked the Lord for grace, saying,
Lord, Y schal crye to thee; and Y schal preye to my God.
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 in my blood; while Y go doun in to corrupcioun? Whether dust schal knouleche to thee; ethir schal telle thi treuthe?
10 Please listen to me, Lord, and be gracious to me! Lord, you are the one who helps me.
The Lord herde, and hadde merci on me; the Lord is maad myn helpere.
11 You have turned my weeping into dancing. You have taken off my clothes of sackcloth and dressed me in happiness,
Thou hast turned my weilyng in to ioye to me; thou hast to-rent my sak, and hast cumpassid me with gladnesse.
12 so I can sing praises to you and not keep quiet. Lord my God, I will thank you forever!
That my glorie synge to thee, and Y be not compunct; my Lord God, Y schal knouleche to thee with outen ende.