Psalms 30

1 I will extol you, O LORD; for you have lifted me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

I will extol thee, O Jehovah, for thou have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

2 O LORD my God, I cried unto you, and you have healed me.

O Jehovah my God, I cried to thee, and thou have healed me.

3 O LORD, you have brought up my soul from the grave: you have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

O Jehovah, thou have brought up my soul from Sheol. Thou have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing unto the LORD, O all of you saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness.

Sing praise to Jehovah, O ye sanctified of his, and give thanks to his holiness.

5 For his anger endures but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy is in the morning.

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

As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.

7 LORD, by your favour you have made my mountain to stand strong: you did hide your face, and I was troubled.

Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor had made my mountain to stand strong. Thou hid thy face; I was troubled.

8 I cried to you, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication.

I cried to thee, O Jehovah, and to Jehovah I made supplication.

9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? shall it declare your 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 have mercy upon me: LORD, be you my helper.

Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me. Jehovah, be thou my helper.

11 You have turned for me my mourning into dancing: you have put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

Thou have turned for me my mourning into dancing. Thou have loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness,

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

to the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks to thee forever.