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 [and] Song, [at] the dedication of the house of David. I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast lifted 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 to 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 brought up my soul from the grave: 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 to the LORD, O ye saints of his, 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 his anger [endureth but] a moment; in his favor [is] life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy [cometh] in the morning.

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

And in my prosperity I said, 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.

LORD, by thy favor thou 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 to thee, O LORD; and 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 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 put off 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 to thee for ever.