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 psalm of a canticle, at the dedication of David’s house. I will extol thee, O Lord, for thou hast upheld me: and hast not made my enemies to rejoice over me.

2 O Yhwh my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

O Lord my God, I have cried to thee, and then 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)

Thou hast brought forth, O Lord, my soul from hell: thou hast saved me from them that go down into the pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing unto Yhwh, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

Sing to the Lord, O ye his saints: and give praise to the memory 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 wrath is in his indignation; and life in his good will. In the evening weeping shall have place, and in the morning gladness.

6 And in my prosperity I said, I shall never be moved.

And in my abundance I said: I shall never be moved.

7 Yhwh, by thy favour thou hast made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled.

O Lord, in thy favour, thou gavest strength to my beauty. Thou turnedst away thy face from me, and I became troubled.

8 I cried to thee, O Yhwh; and unto Yhwh I made supplication.

To thee, O Lord, will I cry: and I will make supplication to my God.

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, whilst I go down to corruption? Shall dust confess to thee, or declare thy truth?

10 Hear, O Yhwh, and have mercy upon me: Yhwh, be thou my helper.

The Lord hath heard, and hath had mercy on me: the Lord became my helper.

11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

Thou hast turned for me my mourning into joy: thou hast cut my sackcloth, and hast compassed me with gladness:

12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Yhwh my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.

To the end that my glory may sing to thee, and I may not regret: O Lord my God, I will give praise to thee for ever.