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. A SONG OF THE DEDICATION OF THE HOUSE OF DAVID. I exalt You, O YHWH, For You have drawn me up, And have not let my enemies rejoice over me.

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

My God YHWH, I have cried to You, And You 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)

YHWH, You have brought up my soul from Sheol, You have kept me alive, From going 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 YHWH, you His saints, And give thanks at 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—a moment [is] in His anger, Life [is] in His goodwill, At evening remains weeping, and at morning singing.

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

And I have said in my ease, “I am not moved for all time.

7 Lord, by thy favor hadst thou caused my mountain to stand in strength: thou didst hide thy face, [and] I was terrified.

O YHWH, in Your good pleasure, You have caused strength to remain for my mountain,” You have hidden Your face—I have been troubled.

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

To You, O YHWH, I call, And to YHWH 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 gain [is] in my blood? In my going down to corruption? Does dust thank You? Does it declare Your truth?

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

Hear, O YHWH, and favor me, O YHWH, be a helper to me.”

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

You have turned my mourning to dancing for me, You have loosed my sackcloth, And gird me [with] joy.

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.

So that glory praises You, and is not silent, O YHWH, my God, I thank You for all time!