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 psalm of David. To the air of songs for the dedication of a house.” I will extol thee, O LORD! for thou hast lifted me up, And hast not suffered my enemies to rejoice over me.

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

O Jehovah, my God! I called upon thee, and thou hast healed 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 raised me up from the underworld; Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

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

Sing unto the LORD, O ye his servants! And praise his holy name!

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 his anger endureth but a moment, But his favor through life; In the evening sorrow may be a guest, But joy cometh in the morning.

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

I said in my prosperity, “I shall never be moved!”

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.

Thou, O LORD! by thy favor, hast made my mountain to stand strong; Thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled!

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

I cried unto thee, O LORD! To the LORD I made supplication:

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 will my blood profit thee, that I should go down to the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?

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

Hear, O LORD! and have pity upon me! Be thou, LORD! my helper!”

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

Thou didst turn my mourning into dancing; Thou didst loose my sackcloth, and gird me with gladness.

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 I will sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah, my God! I will give thanks to thee for ever!