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 for the Dedication of the Temple. By David.] I will extol you, LORD, for you 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.

LORD my God, I cried to you, and you 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)

LORD, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You 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 the LORD, you his faithful ones. Give thanks to his holy name.

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 stay for the night, but joy comes 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.

You, LORD, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

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

I cried to you, LORD. To the LORD I made petition:

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 destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?

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

Hear, LORD, and have mercy on me. LORD, be my helper."

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 into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed 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 heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent. LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever.