Psalms 30

1 For the end, a Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will exalt you, O Lord; for you have lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies to rejoice over me.

A Psalme or song of the dedication of the house of David. I will magnifie thee, O Lord: for thou hast exalted mee, and hast not made my foe to reioyce ouer me.

2 O Lord my God, I cried to you, and you did heal me.

O Lord my God, I cried vnto thee, and thou hast restored me.

3 O Lord, you have brought up my soul from Hades, you have delivered me from [among] them that go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

O Lord, thou hast brought vp my soule out of the graue: thou hast reuiued me from them that goe downe into the pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing to the Lord, you his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.

Sing praises vnto the Lord, ye his Saintes, and giue thankes before the remembrance of his Holinesse.

5 For anger is in his wrath, but life in his favor: weeping shall wait for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.

For he endureth but a while in his anger: but in his fauour is life: weeping may abide at euening, but ioy commeth in the morning.

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

And in my prosperitie I sayde, I shall neuer be moued.

7 O Lord, in your good pleasure you did add strength to my beauty: but you did turn away your face, and I was troubled.

For thou Lord of thy goodnes hadest made my mountaine to stande strong: but thou didest hide thy face, and I was troubled.

8 To you, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make supplication.

Then cried I vnto thee, O Lord, and praied to my Lord.

9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to you? or shall it declare your truth?

What profite is there in my blood, when I go downe to the pit? shall the dust giue thankes vnto thee? or shall it declare thy trueth?

10 The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper.

Heare, O Lord, and haue mercy vpon me: Lord, be thou mine helper.

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

Thou hast turned my mourning into ioy: thou hast loosed my sacke and girded mee with gladnesse.

12 that my glory may sing praise to you, and I may not be pierced [with sorrow]. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you for ever.

Therefore shall my tongue praise thee and not cease: O Lord my God, I will giue thankes vnto thee for euer.