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.
For the end, a Psalm and Song at the dedication of the house of David. I will exalt thee, O Lord; for thou hast lifted me up, and not caused mine enemies 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 thee, and thou didst heal 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, thou hast brought up my soul from Hades, thou hast delivered me from [among] them that go down to 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, ye his saints, and give thanks for the remembrance of his holiness.
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 anger is in his wrath, but life in his favour: weeping shall tarry for the evening, but joy shall be in the morning.
6 But, I, said, in my tranquility, I shall not be shaken to times age-abiding!
And I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved.
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, in thy good pleasure thou didst add strength to my beauty: but thou didst turn away thy face, and I was troubled.
8 Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, —and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:
To thee, O Lord, will I cry; and to my God will I make supplication.
9 What profit in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?
What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to destruction? Shall the dust give praise to thee? or shall it declare thy truth?
10 Hear, O Yahweh, and show me favour, O Yahweh! become thou a helper unto me.
The Lord heard, and had compassion upon me; the Lord is become my helper.
11 Thou hast turned my lamentation, into a dance for me, —Thou hast torn off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness:
Thou hast turned my mourning into joy for me: thou hast rent off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
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 glory may sing praise to thee, and I may not be pierced [with sorrow]. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to thee for ever.
