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. To the air of songs for the dedication of a house.” I will extol thee, O LORD! for thou hast lifted me up, And hast not suffered my enemies to rejoice over me.

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

O Jehovah, my God! I called upon 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)

O LORD! thou hast raised me up from the underworld; Thou hast 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 unto the LORD, O ye his servants! 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 endureth but a moment, But his favor through life; In the evening sorrow may be a guest, But joy cometh in the morning.

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

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, O LORD! by thy favor, hast made my mountain to stand strong; Thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled!

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

I cried unto thee, O LORD! To the LORD 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 will my blood profit thee, that I should go down to the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?

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

Hear, O LORD! and have pity upon me! Be thou, LORD! my helper!”

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

Thou didst turn my mourning into dancing; Thou didst loose my sackcloth, and gird 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.

Therefore I will sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah, my God! I will give thanks to thee for ever!