Psalms 30

1 A Psalme or song of the dedication of the house of David. I will magnifie thee, O Lord: for thou hast exalted mee, and hast not made my foe to reioyce ouer me.

I will extol thee, O Jehovah, for thou have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2 O Lord my God, I cried vnto thee, and thou hast restored me.

O Jehovah my God, I cried to thee, and thou have healed me.

3 O Lord, thou hast brought vp my soule out of the graue: thou hast reuiued me from them that goe downe into the pit. (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 Sing praises vnto the Lord, ye his Saintes, and giue thankes before the remembrance of his Holinesse.

Sing praise to Jehovah, O ye sanctified of his, and give thanks to his holiness.

5 For he endureth but a while in his anger: but in his fauour is life: weeping may abide at euening, but ioy commeth in 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 And in my prosperitie I sayde, I shall neuer be moued.

As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

7 For thou Lord of thy goodnes hadest made my mountaine to stande strong: but thou didest hide thy face, and I was troubled.

Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor had made my mountain to stand strong. Thou hid thy face; I was troubled.

8 Then cried I vnto thee, O Lord, and praied to my Lord.

I cried to thee, O Jehovah, and to Jehovah I made supplication.

9 What profite is there in my blood, when I go downe to the pit? shall the dust giue thankes vnto thee? or shall it declare thy trueth?

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 Heare, O Lord, and haue mercy vpon me: Lord, be thou mine helper.

Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me. Jehovah, be thou my helper.

11 Thou hast turned my mourning into ioy: thou hast loosed my sacke and girded mee with gladnesse.

Thou have turned for me my mourning into dancing. Thou have loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness,

12 Therefore shall my tongue praise thee and not cease: O Lord my God, I will giue thankes vnto thee for euer.

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.