Psalms 30

1 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.

A Psalm. A song for the dedication of the temple. Of David. I will exalt You, O LORD, for You have lifted me up and have not allowed my foes to rejoice over me.

2 O Yahweh, my God, I cried for help unto thee, and thou hast healed me.

O LORD my God, I cried to You for help, and You healed me.

3 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)

O LORD, You pulled me up from Sheol; You spared me from descending into the Pit. (Sheol h7585)

4 Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention of his holiness.

Sing to the LORD, O you His saints, and praise His holy name.

5 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!

For His anger is fleeting, but His favor lasts a lifetime. Weeping may stay the night, but joy comes in the morning.

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

In prosperity I said, “I will never be shaken.”

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

O LORD, You favored me; You made my mountain stand strong. When You hid Your face, I was dismayed.

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

To You, O LORD, I called, and I begged my Lord for mercy:

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

“What gain is there in my bloodshed, in my descent to the Pit? Will the dust praise You? Will it proclaim Your faithfulness?

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

Hear me, O LORD, and have mercy; O LORD, be my helper.”

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

You turned my mourning into dancing; You peeled off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,

12 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.

that my heart may sing Your praises and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks forever.