Psalms 30

1 “A psalm of David. To the air of songs for the dedication of a house.” I will extol thee, O LORD! for thou hast lifted me up, And hast not suffered my enemies to rejoice over me.

A Canticle Psalm. In dedication to the house of David. I will extol you, Lord, for you have sustained me, and you have not allowed my enemies to delight over me.

2 O Jehovah, my God! I called upon thee, and thou hast healed me!

O Lord my God, I have cried out to you, and you have healed me.

3 O LORD! thou hast raised me up from the underworld; Thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol h7585)

Lord, you led my soul away from Hell. You have saved me from those who descend into the pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sing unto the LORD, O ye his servants! And praise his holy name!

Sing a psalm to the Lord, you his saints, and confess with remembrance of his holiness.

5 For his anger endureth but a moment, But his favor through life; In the evening sorrow may be a guest, But joy cometh in the morning.

For wrath is in his indignation, and life is in his will. Toward evening, weeping will linger, and toward morning, gladness.

6 I said in my prosperity, “I shall never be moved!”

But I have said in my abundance: “I will never be disturbed.”

7 Thou, O LORD! by thy favor, hast made my mountain to stand strong; Thou didst hide thy face, and I was troubled!

O Lord, in your will, you made virtue preferable to beauty for me. You turned your face away from me, and I became disturbed.

8 I cried unto thee, O LORD! To the LORD I made supplication:

To you, Lord, I will cry out. And I will make supplication to my God.

9 “What will my blood profit thee, that I should go down to the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?

What use would there be in my blood, if I descend into corruption? Will dust confess to you or announce your truth?

10 Hear, O LORD! and have pity upon me! Be thou, LORD! my helper!”

The Lord has heard, and he has been merciful to me. The Lord has become my helper.

11 Thou didst turn my mourning into dancing; Thou didst loose my sackcloth, and gird me with gladness.

You have turned my mourning into gladness for me. You have cut off my sackcloth, and you have surrounded me with joy.

12 Therefore I will sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Jehovah, my God! I will give thanks to thee for ever!

So then, may my glory sing to you, and may I not regret it. O Lord, my God, I will confess to you for eternity.