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 Melody. A Song for the Dedication of the House. David’s. I will extol thee, O Yahweh, for thou hast drawn me up, —and not suffered my foes to rejoice over me.
2 My God YHWH, I have cried to You, And You heal me.
O Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou 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)
O Yahweh! thou hast lifted, out of hades, my soul, Thou hast brought me back to life, from among those who were going down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)
4 Sing praise to YHWH, you His saints, And give thanks at the remembrance of His holiness,
Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention 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 there is, a Moment, in his anger, a Life-time, in his good-pleasure, In the evening, cometh Weeping to lodge, But, by the morning,’tis a Shout of Triumph!
6 And I have said in my ease, “I am not moved for all time.
But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!
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 Yahweh, in thy good-pleasure, hadst thou caused my mountain to stand, strong, —Thou didst hide thy face—I was dismayed!
8 To You, O YHWH, I call, And to YHWH I make supplication.
Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, —and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:
9 “What gain [is] in my blood? In my going down to corruption? Does dust thank You? Does it declare Your truth?
What profit in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?
10 Hear, O YHWH, and favor me, O YHWH, be a helper to me.”
Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.
11 You have turned my mourning to dancing for me, You have loosed my sackcloth, And gird me [with] joy.
Thou hast turned my lamentation, into a dance for me, —Thou hast torn off my sackcloth, and girded 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 mine honour should make melody unto thee, and not be silent. O Yahweh, my God! Unto times age-abiding, will I praise thee.
