< 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 Melody. A Song for the Dedication of the House. David’s. I will extol thee, O Yahweh, for thou hast drawn 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;
O Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou hast 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)
O Yahweh! thou hast lifted, out of hades, my soul, Thou hast brought me back to life, from among those who were going down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing praise unto the LORD, O ye His godly ones, and give thanks to His holy name.
Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention 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 there is, a Moment, in his anger, a Life-time, in his good-pleasure, In the evening, cometh Weeping to lodge, But, by the morning,’tis a Shout of Triumph!
6 Now I had said in my security: 'I shall never be moved.'
But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!
7 Thou hadst established, O LORD, in Thy favour my mountain as a stronghold — Thou didst hide Thy face; I was affrighted.
O Yahweh, in thy good-pleasure, hadst thou caused my mountain to stand, strong, —Thou didst hide thy face—I was dismayed!
8 Unto Thee, O LORD, did I call, and unto the LORD I made supplication:
Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, —and, unto My Lord, do 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 in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?
10 Hear, O LORD, and be gracious unto me; LORD, be Thou my helper.'
Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.
11 Thou didst turn for me my mourning into dancing; Thou didst loose my sackcloth, and gird me with gladness;
Thou hast turned my lamentation, into a dance for me, —Thou hast torn 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.
To the end that mine honour should make melody unto thee, and not be silent. O Yahweh, my God! Unto times age-abiding, will I praise thee.

< Psalms 30 >