< 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 at the Dedication of the House; [a Psalm] of David. I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast raised me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
2 O Lord my God, I cried loudly unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
O LORD my God, I cried unto 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 )
O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol )
4 Sing unto the Lord, O ye his pious ones, and give thanks to the memorial of his holiness.
Sing praise unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and 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; in his favour is life: weeping may tarry for the night, but joy [cometh] 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.
Thou, LORD, of thy favour hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.
8 Unto thee, O Lord, will I call; and unto the Lord will I make supplication.
I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto 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 profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
10 Hear, O Lord, and be gracious unto me: Lord, be thou a helper unto me.
Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou 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 dancing; thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded 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 praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.