Psalms 30
1 I will extol thee, O YHWH; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not made my foes 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 YHWH my Elohim, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
O Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
3 O YHWH, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept 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 unto YHWH, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.
Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention of his holiness.
5 For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a 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 And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.
But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!
7 YHWH, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.
O Yahweh, in thy good-pleasure, hadst thou caused my mountain to stand, strong, —Thou didst hide thy face—I was dismayed!
8 I cried to thee, O YHWH; and unto YHWH 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 YHWH, and have mercy upon me: YHWH, be thou my helper.
Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.
11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded 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 To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O YHWH my Elohim, 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.
