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 of David: dedication-song of the house. I will extol thee, Jehovah; for thou hast delivered me, and hast not made mine enemies to rejoice over me.

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

Jehovah my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast 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)

Jehovah, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol, thou hast quickened me from among those that 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 psalms unto Jehovah, ye saints of his, and give thanks in 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 a moment [is passed] in his anger, a life in his favour; at even weeping cometh for the night, and at morn there is rejoicing.

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.

Jehovah, by thy favour thou hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

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

I called to thee, Jehovah, and unto the Lord did I make 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, in my going 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 be gracious unto me; Jehovah, be my helper.

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

Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast 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.

That [my] glory may sing psalms of thee, and not be silent. Jehovah my God, I will praise thee for ever.