Psalms 30
1 “A psalm, a song at the dedication of the temple, of David.” I will extol thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and hast not suffered my enemies to rejoice over me.
I will extol thee, O Jehovah, for thou have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.
2 O Lord my God, I cried loudly unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
O Jehovah my God, I cried to thee, and thou have healed me.
3 O Lord, thou hast brought up from the nether world my soul: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
O Jehovah, thou have brought up my soul from Sheol. Thou have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing unto the Lord, O ye his pious ones, and give thanks to the memorial of his holiness.
Sing praise to Jehovah, O ye sanctified of his, and give thanks to his holiness.
5 For his anger is momentary, [but] life is in his favor: in the evening [cometh] weeping to stay for a night, but in the morning, there is joyful song.
For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy is in the morning.
6 And I had said indeed in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
7 Lord, by thy favor hadst thou caused my mountain to stand in strength: thou didst hide thy face, [and] I was terrified.
Thou, Jehovah, of thy favor had made my mountain to stand strong. Thou hid thy face; I was troubled.
8 Unto thee, O Lord, will I call; and unto the Lord will I make supplication.
I cried to thee, O Jehovah, and to Jehovah I made supplication.
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the grave? Shall the dust thank thee? shall it announce thy truth?
What profit is there in my blood when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? Shall it declare thy truth?
10 Hear, O Lord, and be gracious unto me: Lord, be thou a helper unto me.
Hear, O Jehovah, and have mercy upon me. Jehovah, be thou my helper.
11 Thou hast changed my mourning into dancing for me; thou hast loosened my sack-cloth, and girded me with joy.
Thou have turned for me my mourning into dancing. Thou have loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness,
12 To the end that my glorious soul may sing praise to thee, and never be silent. O Lord my God, for ever will I give thanks unto thee.
to the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah my God, I will give thanks to thee forever.
