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

O Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou hast 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)

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

Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention 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 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 I said in my prosperity, “I shall never be moved!”

But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!

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

O Yahweh, in thy good-pleasure, hadst thou caused my mountain to stand, strong, —Thou didst hide thy face—I was dismayed!

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

Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, —and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:

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 in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?

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

Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.

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

Thou hast turned my lamentation, into a dance for me, —Thou hast torn off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:

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

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.