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 at the dedication of the temple. A psalm of David. I will exalt you, Yahweh, for you have raised me up and have not allowed my enemies to rejoice over me.

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

Yahweh 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)

Yahweh, you have brought up my soul from Sheol; you have kept me alive from going down to the grave. (Sheol h7585)

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

Sing praises to Yahweh, you his faithful people! Give thanks when you remember 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 only for a moment; but his favor is for a lifetime. Weeping comes for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

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

In confidence 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.

Yahweh, by your favor you established me as a strong mountain; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

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

I cried to you, Yahweh, and sought favor from my Lord!

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 advantage is there in my death, if I go down to the grave? Will the dust praise you? Will it declare your trustworthiness?

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

Hear, Yahweh, and have mercy on me! Yahweh, be 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 dancing; you have removed my sackcloth and clothed 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.

So now my glory will sing praise to you and not be silent; Yahweh my God, I will give thanks to you forever!