< Psalms 30 >
1 A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House; [a Psalm] of David. I will extol thee, O LORD; for thou hast raised me up, and hast not made my foes to rejoice over me.
[A Psalm. A Song for the Dedication of the Temple. By David.] I will extol you, LORD, for you have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me.
2 O LORD my God, I cried unto thee, and thou hast healed me.
LORD my God, I cried to you, and you have healed me.
3 O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from Sheol: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol )
LORD, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. (Sheol )
4 Sing praise unto the LORD, O ye saints of his, and give thanks to his holy name.
Sing praise to the LORD, you his faithful ones. Give thanks to his holy name.
5 For his anger is but for a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may tarry for the night, but joy [cometh] in the morning.
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.
6 As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
As for me, I said in my prosperity, "I shall never be moved."
7 Thou, LORD, of thy favour hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.
You, LORD, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.
8 I cried to thee, O LORD; and unto the LORD I made supplication:
I cried to you, LORD. To the LORD I made petition:
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
"What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?
10 Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper.
Hear, LORD, and have mercy on me. LORD, be my helper."
11 Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing; thou hast loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:
You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness,
12 To the end that [my] glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.
To the end that my heart may sing praise to you, and not be silent. LORD my God, I will give thanks to you forever.