Psalms 30

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

“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.

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

O Lord my God, I cried loudly unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

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

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)

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

Sing unto the Lord, O ye his pious ones, and give thanks to the memorial 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 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.

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

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

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

Lord, by thy favor hadst thou caused my mountain to stand in strength: thou didst hide thy face, [and] I was terrified.

8 I cried to you, YHWH. To YHWH I made petition:

Unto thee, O Lord, will I call; and unto the Lord will 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 profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the grave? Shall the dust thank thee? shall it announce thy truth?

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

Hear, O Lord, and be gracious unto me: Lord, be thou a helper unto me.

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

Thou hast changed my mourning into dancing for me; thou hast loosened my sack-cloth, and girded me with joy.

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

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.