< 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.
For the end, a Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will exalt you, O Lord; for you have lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies to rejoice over me.
2 O LORD my God, I cried unto Thee, and Thou didst heal me;
O Lord my God, I cried to you, and you did heal 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 h7585)
O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Hades, you have delivered me from [amongst] them that go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing praise unto the LORD, O ye His godly ones, and give thanks to His holy name.
Sing to the Lord, you his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of 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 anger is in his wrath, but life in his favour: weeping shall wait for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.
6 Now I had said in my security: 'I shall never be moved.'
And 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.
O Lord, in your good pleasure you did add strength to my beauty: but you did turn away your face, and I was troubled.
8 Unto Thee, O LORD, did I call, and unto the LORD I made supplication:
To you, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make 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 destruction? Shall the dust give praise to you? or shall it declare your truth?
10 Hear, O LORD, and be gracious unto me; LORD, be Thou my helper.'
The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper.
11 Thou didst turn for me my mourning into dancing; Thou didst loose my sackcloth, and gird me with gladness;
You have turned my mourning into joy for me: you have tore off 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.
that my glory may sing praise to you, and I may not be pierced [with sorrow]. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you for ever.

< Psalms 30 >