Psalms 30

1 A PSALM. A SONG OF THE DEDICATION OF THE HOUSE OF DAVID. I exalt You, O YHWH, For You have drawn me up, And have not let my enemies rejoice over me.

A psalm of a canticle, at the dedication of David’s house. I will extol thee, O Lord, for thou hast upheld me: and hast not made my enemies to rejoice over me.

2 My God YHWH, I have cried to You, And You heal me.

O Lord my God, I have cried to thee, and then hast healed me.

3 YHWH, You have brought up my soul from Sheol, You have kept me alive, From going down [to] the pit. (Sheol h7585)

Thou hast brought forth, O Lord, my soul from hell: thou hast saved me from them that go down into the pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing praise to YHWH, you His saints, And give thanks at the remembrance of His holiness,

Sing to the Lord, O ye his saints: and give praise to the memory of his holiness.

5 For—a moment [is] in His anger, Life [is] in His goodwill, At evening remains weeping, and at morning singing.

For wrath is in his indignation; and life in his good will. In the evening weeping shall have place, and in the morning gladness.

6 And I have said in my ease, “I am not moved for all time.

And in my abundance I said: I shall never be moved.

7 O YHWH, in Your good pleasure, You have caused strength to remain for my mountain,” You have hidden Your face—I have been troubled.

O Lord, in thy favour, thou gavest strength to my beauty. Thou turnedst away thy face from me, and I became troubled.

8 To You, O YHWH, I call, And to YHWH I make supplication.

To thee, O Lord, will I cry: and I will make supplication to my God.

9 “What gain [is] in my blood? In my going down to corruption? Does dust thank You? Does it declare Your truth?

What profit is there in my blood, whilst I go down to corruption? Shall dust confess to thee, or declare thy truth?

10 Hear, O YHWH, and favor me, O YHWH, be a helper to me.”

The Lord hath heard, and hath had mercy on me: the Lord became my helper.

11 You have turned my mourning to dancing for me, You have loosed my sackcloth, And gird me [with] joy.

Thou hast turned for me my mourning into joy: thou hast cut my sackcloth, and hast compassed me with gladness:

12 So that glory praises You, and is not silent, O YHWH, my God, I thank You for all time!

To the end that my glory may sing to thee, and I may not regret: O Lord my God, I will give praise to thee for ever.