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.

A Psalm. A song for the dedication of the temple. Of David. I will exalt You, O LORD, for You have lifted me up and have not allowed my foes to rejoice over me.

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

O LORD my God, I cried to You for help, and You 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 LORD, You pulled me up from Sheol; You spared me from descending into the Pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing praises vnto the Lord, ye his Saintes, and giue thankes before the remembrance of his Holinesse.

Sing to the LORD, O you His saints, and praise His holy name.

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 fleeting, but His favor lasts a lifetime. Weeping may stay the night, but joy comes in the morning.

6 And in my prosperitie I sayde, I shall neuer be moued.

In prosperity I said, “I will never be shaken.”

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

O LORD, You favored me; You made my mountain stand strong. When You hid Your face, I was dismayed.

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

To You, O LORD, I called, and I begged my Lord for mercy:

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 gain is there in my bloodshed, in my descent to the Pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it proclaim Your faithfulness?

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

Hear me, O LORD, and have mercy; O LORD, be my helper.”

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

You turned my mourning into dancing; You peeled off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,

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

that my heart may sing Your praises and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks forever.