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.

[A Psalm. A Song for the Dedication of the Temple. By David.] I will extol you, LORD, for you 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;

LORD my God, I cried to you, and you 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 h7585)

LORD, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You have kept me alive, that I should not 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 praise to the LORD, you his faithful ones. Give thanks to his holy name.

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 stay for the night, but joy comes 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.

You, LORD, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

8 Unto Thee, O LORD, did I call, and unto the LORD I made supplication:

I cried to you, LORD. To the LORD I made petition:

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 destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?

10 Hear, O LORD, and be gracious unto me; LORD, be Thou my helper.'

Hear, LORD, and have mercy on me. LORD, be 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 dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed 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 heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent. LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever.