Psalms 30

1 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.

A Psalme or song of the dedication of the house of David. I will magnifie thee, O Lord: for thou hast exalted mee, and hast not made my foe to reioyce ouer me.

2 I cried to you for help, O Lord my God, and you healed me.

O Lord my God, I cried vnto thee, and thou hast restored me.

3 You have brought me up, Lord, from Sheol, from my way to the pit back to life you have called me. (Sheol h7585)

O Lord, thou hast brought vp my soule out of the graue: thou hast reuiued me from them that goe downe into the pit. (Sheol h7585)

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

Sing praises vnto the Lord, ye his Saintes, and giue thankes before the remembrance of his Holinesse.

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

For he endureth but a while in his anger: but in his fauour is life: weeping may abide at euening, but ioy commeth in the morning.

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

And in my prosperitie I sayde, I shall neuer be moued.

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

For thou Lord of thy goodnes hadest made my mountaine to stande strong: but thou didest hide thy face, and I was troubled.

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

Then cried I vnto thee, O Lord, and praied to my Lord.

9 “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?

What profite is there in my blood, when I go downe to the pit? shall the dust giue thankes vnto thee? or shall it declare thy trueth?

10 Hear, Lord, and show me your favor, Lord be a helper to me.”

Heare, O Lord, and haue mercy vpon me: Lord, be thou mine helper.

11 You have turned my mourning to dancing; my sackcloth you have unloosed, and clothed me with joy:

Thou hast turned my mourning into ioy: thou hast loosed my sacke and girded mee with gladnesse.

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

Therefore shall my tongue praise thee and not cease: O Lord my God, I will giue thankes vnto thee for euer.