< 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 and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes 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 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 )
O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast 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 to the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at 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 his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
6 Now I had said in my security: 'I shall never be moved.'
And in my prosperity I said, 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.
LORD, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.
8 Unto Thee, O LORD, did I call, and unto the LORD I made supplication:
I cried to thee, O LORD; and to the LORD 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 LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, 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 hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put 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 my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks to thee for ever.