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. A song for the dedication of the Temple. I will extol you, O Lord, because you have lifted me up, and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.

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

I cried to you for help, O Lord my God, and you 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)

You have brought me up, Lord, from Sheol, from my way to the pit back to life you have called me. (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, faithful people; 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 lasts only a moment, his favor endures for a lifetime. Weeping may lodge for the night, but the morning brings shouts of joy.

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

When all went well, I imagined that never should I be shaken.

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

For by your favor, O Lord, you had set me on mountains strong: but you hide your face, and I was confounded.

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

Then to you, Lord, I cried, to the Lord I begged for mercy,

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, if I go down to the pit? Can you be praised by dust? Can it tell of your faithfulness?

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

Hear, Lord, and show me your favor, Lord 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; my sackcloth you have unloosed, and clothed 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.

that unceasingly I should sing your praise, and give thanks to you, Lord my God, forever.