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

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

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

Sing praise to the Lord, faithful people; give thanks to his holy name.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

Hear, Lord, and show me your favor, Lord be a helper to me.”

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

You have turned my mourning to dancing; my sackcloth you have unloosed, and clothed me with joy:

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

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