Psalms 30

1 [A Psalm. A Song for the Dedication of the Temple. By David.] I will extol you, LORD, for you have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.

A Psalm. — A song of the dedication of the house of David. I exalt Thee, O Jehovah, For Thou hast drawn me up, and hast not let mine enemies rejoice over me.

2 LORD my God, I cried to you, and you have healed me.

Jehovah my God, I have cried to Thee, And Thou dost heal me.

3 LORD, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

Jehovah, Thou hast brought up from Sheol my soul, Thou hast kept me alive, From going down [to] the pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing praise to the LORD, you his faithful ones. Give thanks to his holy name.

Sing praise to Jehovah, ye His saints, And give thanks at the remembrance of His holiness,

5 For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may stay for the night, but joy comes in the morning.

For — a moment [is] in His anger, Life [is] in His good-will, At even remaineth weeping, and at morn singing.

6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, "I shall never be moved."

And I — I have said in mine ease, 'I am not moved — to the age.

7 You, LORD, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

O Jehovah, in Thy good pleasure, Thou hast caused strength to remain for my mountain,' Thou hast hidden Thy face — I have been troubled.

8 I cried to you, LORD. To the LORD I made petition:

Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I call, And unto Jehovah I make supplication.

9 "What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?

'What gain [is] in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?

10 Hear, LORD, and have mercy on me. LORD, be my helper."

Hear, O Jehovah, and favour me, O Jehovah, be a helper to me.'

11 You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness,

Thou hast turned my mourning to dancing for me, Thou hast loosed my sackcloth, And girdest me [with] joy.

12 To the end that my heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent. LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever.

So that honour doth praise Thee, and is not silent, O Jehovah, my God, to the age I thank Thee!