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.

Ihubo. Ingoma. Elokunikela ithempeli. ElikaDavida. Ngizakuphakamisa, Oh Thixo, ngoba wangenyula ekujuleni awaze wavumela izitha zami zijabule phezu kwami.

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

Awu Thixo, Nkulunkulu wami, ngacela Kuwe uncedo wangisilisa.

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)

Yebo Thixo wangenyula elibeni, wangisiza ngaphepha ukungena egodini. (Sheol h7585)

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

Hlabelelani kuThixo lina bathembekileyo bakhe; dumisani ibizo lakhe elingcwele.

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.

Ngoba ukuthukuthela Kwakhe ngokomzuzwana nje, kodwa umusa wakhe ukhona okwempilo yonke; ukulila kungaqhubeka ubusuku bonke, kodwa ukuthokoza kuyafika ekuseni.

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

Ngathi lapho ngizizwa ngihlezi kuhle ngathi, “Kangisoze ngafa ngahlukuluzeka.”

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

Yebo Thixo, wathi lapho ungizwela wenza intaba yami yagxila qho; kodwa kwathi lapho usufihle ubuso Bakho ngaphelelwa lithemba.

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

Ngakhala kuwe, Thixo; ngacela umusa eNkosini:

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?

“Kulenzuzo bani ngokubhujiswa kwami na, ngokutshona kwami egodini? Kambe uthuli luzakudumisa na? Lona luzafakaza na ngokuthembeka Kwakho?

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

Zwana, Oh Thixo, ube lomusa kimi; woba lusizo lwami.”

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

Waguqula ukububula kwami kwaba ngumgido; wangihlubula izigqoko zamasaka wangigqokisa ukuthokoza,

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.

ukuze inhliziyo yami ikuhlabelele ingathuli. Oh Thixo, Nkulunkulu wami, ngizakubonga nini lanini.