< 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 of David. A song for the dedication of the Temple. I will extol you, O Lord, because you have lifted me up, and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.
2 O LORD my God, I cried unto Thee, and Thou didst heal me;
I cried to you for help, O Lord my God, and you 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)
You have brought me up, Lord, from Sheol, from my way to the pit back to life you have called me. (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, faithful people; 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 lasts only a moment, his favor endures for a lifetime. Weeping may lodge for the night, but the morning brings shouts of joy.
6 Now I had said in my security: 'I shall never be moved.'
When all went well, I imagined that never should I be shaken.
7 Thou hadst established, O LORD, in Thy favour my mountain as a stronghold — Thou didst hide Thy face; I was affrighted.
For by your favor, O Lord, you had set me on mountains strong: but you hide your face, and I was confounded.
8 Unto Thee, O LORD, did I call, and unto the LORD I made supplication:
Then to you, Lord, I cried, to the Lord I begged for mercy,
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, if I go down to the pit? Can you be praised by dust? Can it tell of your faithfulness?
10 Hear, O LORD, and be gracious unto me; LORD, be Thou my helper.'
Hear, Lord, and show me your favor, Lord be a helper to me.”
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 to dancing; my sackcloth you have unloosed, and clothed me with joy:
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 unceasingly I should sing your praise, and give thanks to you, Lord my God, forever.

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