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 David. To the air of songs for the dedication of a house.” I will extol thee, O LORD! for thou hast lifted me up, And hast not suffered my enemies to rejoice over me.

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

O Jehovah, my God! I called upon thee, and thou 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 h7585)

O LORD! thou hast raised me up from the underworld; Thou hast 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 unto the LORD, O ye his servants! And praise 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 endureth but a moment, But his favor through life; In the evening sorrow may be a guest, But joy cometh in the morning.

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

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, O LORD! by thy favor, hast made my mountain to stand strong; Thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled!

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

I cried unto thee, O LORD! To the LORD 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 will my blood profit thee, that I should go down to the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?

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

Hear, O LORD! and have pity upon me! Be thou, LORD! my helper!”

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

Thou didst turn my mourning into dancing; Thou didst loose my sackcloth, and gird 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.

Therefore I will sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah, my God! I will give thanks to thee for ever!