< Psalms 30 >
1 A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House; of David. I will extol thee, O LORD, for Thou hast raised me up, and hast not suffered mine enemies to rejoice over me.
I will extol thee, O Jehovah, for thou have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.
2 O LORD my God, I cried unto Thee, and Thou didst heal me;
O Jehovah my God, I cried to thee, and thou have healed me.
3 O LORD, Thou broughtest up my soul from the nether-world; Thou didst keep me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol )
O Jehovah, thou have brought up my soul from Sheol. Thou have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol )
4 Sing praise unto the LORD, O ye His godly ones, and give thanks to His holy name.
Sing praise to Jehovah, O ye sanctified of his, and give thanks to his holiness.
5 For His anger is but for a moment, His favour is for a life-time; weeping may tarry for the night, but joy cometh in the morning.
For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy is in the morning.
6 Now I had said in my security: 'I shall never be moved.'
As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
7 Thou hadst established, O LORD, in Thy favour my mountain as a stronghold — Thou didst hide Thy face; I was affrighted.
Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor had made my mountain to stand strong. Thou hid thy face; I was troubled.
8 Unto Thee, O LORD, did I call, and unto the LORD I made supplication:
I cried to thee, O Jehovah, and to Jehovah I made supplication.
9 'What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise Thee? shall it declare Thy truth?
What profit is there in my blood when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? Shall it declare thy truth?
10 Hear, O LORD, and be gracious unto me; LORD, be Thou my helper.'
Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me. Jehovah, be thou my helper.
11 Thou didst turn for me my mourning into dancing; Thou didst loose my sackcloth, and gird me with gladness;
Thou have turned for me my mourning into dancing. Thou have loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness,
12 So that my glory may sing praise to Thee, and not be silent; O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto Thee for ever.
to the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks to thee forever.