< 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.
A psalm of a canticle, at the dedication of David’s house. I will extol thee, O Lord, for thou hast upheld me: and hast not made my 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 have cried to thee, and then hast 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 )
Thou hast brought forth, O Lord, my soul from hell: thou hast saved me from them that go down into the pit. (Sheol )
4 Sing unto the Lord, O ye his pious ones, and give thanks to the memorial of his holiness.
Sing to the Lord, O ye his saints: and give praise to the memory 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 wrath is in his indignation; and life in his good will. In the evening weeping shall have place, and in the morning gladness.
6 And I had said indeed in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
And in my abundance I said: 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 favour, thou gavest strength to my beauty. Thou turnedst away thy face from me, and I became 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 I will make supplication to my God.
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, whilst I go down to corruption? Shall dust confess to thee, or declare thy truth?
10 Hear, O Lord, and be gracious unto me: Lord, be thou a helper unto me.
The Lord hath heard, and hath had mercy on me: the Lord became 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 for me my mourning into joy: thou hast cut my sackcloth, and hast compassed 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 to thee, and I may not regret: O Lord my God, I will give praise to thee for ever.