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.

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

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

O Lord my God, I cried to thee, and thou didst heal 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 Lord, thou hast brought up my soul from Hades, thou hast delivered me from [among] them that 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 to the Lord, ye his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of 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 anger is in his wrath, but life in his favour: weeping shall tarry for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.

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

And 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.

O Lord, in thy good pleasure thou didst add strength to my beauty: but thou didst turn away thy face, and I was troubled.

8 Unto thee, O Lord, will I call; and unto the Lord will I make supplication.

To thee, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make 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 destruction? Shall the dust give praise to thee? or shall it declare thy truth?

10 Hear, O Lord, and be gracious unto me: Lord, be thou a helper unto me.

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

11 Thou hast changed my mourning into dancing for me; thou hast loosened my sack-cloth, and girded me with joy.

Thou hast turned my mourning into joy for me: thou hast rent off 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.

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