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 Canticle Psalm. In dedication to the house of David. I will extol you, Lord, for you have sustained me, and you have not allowed my enemies to delight over me.

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

O Lord my God, I have cried out to you, and you 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)

Lord, you led my soul away from Hell. You have saved me from those who descend into the pit. (Sheol h7585)

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

Sing a psalm to the Lord, you his saints, and confess with remembrance of 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 wrath is in his indignation, and life is in his will. Toward evening, weeping will linger, and toward morning, gladness.

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

But I have said in my abundance: “I will never be disturbed.”

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, in your will, you made virtue preferable to beauty for me. You turned your face away from me, and I became disturbed.

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

To you, Lord, I will cry out. And I will make supplication to my God.

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 use would there be in my blood, if I descend into corruption? Will dust confess to you or announce your truth?

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

The Lord has heard, and he has been merciful to me. The Lord has become my helper.

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

You have turned my mourning into gladness for me. You have cut off my sackcloth, and you have surrounded 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.

So then, may my glory sing to you, and may I not regret it. O Lord, my God, I will confess to you for eternity.