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

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

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

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

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 his anger lasts only a moment, his favour endures for a lifetime. Weeping may lodge for the night, but the morning brings shouts of joy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hear, Lord, and show me your favour, Lord be a helper to me.’

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

You have turned my mourning to dancing; my sackcloth you have unloosed, and clothed 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!

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