Psalms 30

1 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.

A Canticle Psalm. In dedication to the house of David. I will extol you, Lord, for you have sustained me, and you have not allowed my enemies to delight over me.

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

O Lord my God, I have cried out to you, and you have healed me.

3 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 h7585)

Lord, you led my soul away from Hell. You have saved me from those who descend into the pit. (Sheol h7585)

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

Sing a psalm to the Lord, you his saints, and confess with 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 wrath is in his indignation, and life is in his will. Toward evening, weeping will linger, and toward morning, gladness.

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

But I have said in my abundance: “I will never be disturbed.”

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

O Lord, in your will, you made virtue preferable to beauty for me. You turned your face away from me, and I became disturbed.

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

To you, Lord, I will cry out. 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 use would there be in my blood, if I descend into corruption? Will dust confess to you or announce your truth?

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

The Lord has heard, and he has been merciful to me. The Lord has become my helper.

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 into gladness for me. You have cut off my sackcloth, and you have surrounded me with joy.

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

So then, may my glory sing to you, and may I not regret it. O Lord, my God, I will confess to you for eternity.