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.
Ein salme, ein song då huset vart vigt av David. Høgt vil eg lova deg, Herre, for du hev drege meg upp og ikkje late mine fiendar gleda seg yver meg.
2 Lord, my God, I called out to you for help, and you have healed me.
Herre, min Gud, eg ropa til deg, og du lækte meg.
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)
Herre, du hev ført meg upp frå helheimen, du hev vakt meg upp til liv frå deim som fer ned i gravi. (Sheol h7585)
4 You who trust the Lord, sing praises to him, and be thankful for his holy character!
Syng lov til Herren, de hans trugne, og prisa hans heilage namn!
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 ein augneblink varer hans vreide, ei heil levetid hans nåde; um kvelden kjem gråt til gjest, men til morgons vert det gledesong.
6 When things were going well, I said, “Nothing will ever shake me!”
Men eg sagde i min tryggleik: «Eg skal ikkje verta rikka i all æva.»
7 Lord, when you showed me your favor I stood as strong as a mountain; when you turned away from me I was terrified.
Herre, ved din nåde hadde du grunnfest mitt fjell; du løynde di åsyn, då vart eg forfærd.
8 I called out to you for help, Lord. I asked the Lord for grace, saying,
Til deg, Herre, ropa eg, og til Herren bad eg inderleg:
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?
«Kva vinning er det i mitt blod, i at eg fer ned i gravi? Kann mold prisa deg, forkynna din truskap?
10 Please listen to me, Lord, and be gracious to me! Lord, you are the one who helps me.
Herre, høyr og ver meg nådig! Herre, ver min hjelpar!»
11 You have turned my weeping into dancing. You have taken off my clothes of sackcloth and dressed me in happiness,
Du vende mi sorg um til dans for meg, du klædde av meg min syrgjebunad og gyrde meg med gleda,
12 so I can sing praises to you and not keep quiet. Lord my God, I will thank you forever!
so mi æra kann lovsyngja deg og ikkje tagna. Herre, min Gud, eg vil æveleg prisa deg.
