< 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.
The salm of song, for the halewyng of the hows of Dauid. Lord, Y schal enhaunse thee, for thou hast vp take me; and thou delitidist not myn enemyes on me.
2 O Lord my God, I cried to you, and you did heal me.
Mi Lord God, Y criede to thee; and thou madist me hool.
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)
Lord, thou leddist out my soule fro helle; thou sauedist me fro hem that goen doun into the lake. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing to the Lord, you his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.
Ye seyntis of the Lord, synge to the Lord; and knowleche ye to the mynde of his hoolynesse.
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 ire is in his indignacioun; and lijf is in his wille. Wepyng schal dwelle at euentid; and gladnesse at the morewtid.
6 And I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
Forsothe Y seide in my plentee; Y schal not be moued with outen ende.
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.
Lord, in thi wille; thou hast youe vertu to my fairnesse. Thou turnedist awei thi face fro me; and Y am maad disturblid.
8 To you, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make supplication.
Lord, Y schal crye to thee; and Y schal preye to my God.
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 profit is in my blood; while Y go doun in to corrupcioun? Whether dust schal knouleche to thee; ethir schal telle thi treuthe?
10 The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper.
The Lord herde, and hadde merci on me; the Lord is maad myn helpere.
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 weilyng in to ioye to me; thou hast to-rent my sak, and hast cumpassid me 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.
That my glorie synge to thee, and Y be not compunct; my Lord God, Y schal knouleche to thee with outen ende.

< Psalms 30 >