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. A SONG OF THE DEDICATION OF THE HOUSE OF DAVID. I exalt You, O YHWH, For You have drawn me up, And have not let my enemies rejoice over me.

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

My God YHWH, I have cried to You, And You heal 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)

YHWH, You have brought up my soul from Sheol, You have kept me alive, From 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.

Sing praise to YHWH, you His saints, And give thanks at the remembrance 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—a moment [is] in His anger, Life [is] in His goodwill, At evening remains weeping, and at morning singing.

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

And I have said in my ease, “I am not moved for all time.

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

O YHWH, in Your good pleasure, You have caused strength to remain for my mountain,” You have hidden Your face—I have been troubled.

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

To You, O YHWH, I call, And to YHWH 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 gain [is] in my blood? In my going down to corruption? Does dust thank You? Does it declare Your truth?

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

Hear, O YHWH, and favor me, O YHWH, be a helper to me.”

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

You have turned my mourning to dancing for me, You have loosed my sackcloth, And gird me [with] joy.

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.

So that glory praises You, and is not silent, O YHWH, my God, I thank You for all time!